Every morning, before arriving at the office, go with the teenager at school in a neighboring municipality. To avoid the traffic along a mountain road, and convenient alternative, although full of twists. I appreciate so start the day. I fill my eyes with green, enjoy the view of the city from above, I relax to watch the trees. Unfortunately, over the years, the man began his invasion wild here: impressive buildings arise suddenly, you parry before our eyes like children playing hide and seek and materialize, mocking, without warning. The existing houses expand, the boundary walls are getting longer, the trees are thinned to make room for cement. For several weeks, day after day helplessly witnessing the slow preparation of a large field. Is cleaned thoroughly. Ready to ride again. I tremble, looking at the metamorphosis, and I guess the rest. Every morning I throw my eyes to that lovely piece of green and the greeting, solidarity, empathy, consolation for what he already predicts will be. An absence of a few days, one morning, I faced with the most shocking and welcome surprises: the field is flooded with many small olive trees. An olive grove! They were preparing the ground for olive seedlings receive no higher than a child's first day of school. Smile of emotion! How beautiful. A painting by Monet. The hope comes over me, my thoughts are space ten thousand sunbeams. I feel good, like after a hug.
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