A touching story reminding me of childhood memories. I’m feeling nostalgic
Before telling you the story of the green bananas let me accentuate that I had a very happy childhood. My parents loved me very much and even we didn’t have options, I grew up a beautiful person.
Being under communism my first 12 years, I learned to deal with 2 or 3 options. Food, drinks, sports, traveling, etc. had only 2 or 3 options.
In the winter was skiing and in the summer was hiking.
Food was missing. Here are some photos of long lines to buy cheese or fruits or bread.
We had a revolution in 1989 and things started to get better. We start having lots of choices, but some of them very expensive.
Let’s go back to my green bananas story.
One day, my mom came from work and told my dad that they got bananas at the sweetshop. My dad said he will…
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