Since I was little, I spent almost every holiday with my old parents in the village. They are nice friendly people who have a lot of work because they have their own small farm. Holiday with them did not always mean just snoring at the TV, but especially work around the house. Over the summer, we still hayed, in autumn we seeded potatoes. We picked up blackberries or blueberries and every day also the mushrooms that we wanted to look for but not to eat. Together with my sister and cousin, we rode on the tractor and listened to the unstoppable grandma's concern that something was wrong for us.
Like others also our family have experienced various events but by grandparents I know that I can rely on them and feel an oasis of peace and have a full head of thoughts completely different from ordinary stress.
This document is my honor for them.