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remember from my childhood holidays with my grandparents and hanging out in the greenhouse. The flavor and aroma of tomatoes eaten straight from the bush otumaniające skin of heat that takes the first impulse of hot breath. I remember the sound of hitting the wall of butterfly wings. And spiders, which the child is very afraid, and they are always in the first place I looked between the bushes. I remember flying lazily fly around the lamps and the holiday atmosphere of a sleepy afternoon, which slowly becomes a warm summer night, moths and mosquitoes buzzing.

Then it was so ordinary, and today I think, how far away are the memories. Today, tomatoes and afternoons are quite different, and greenhouses have not yet.