Let me show you my village, she says
Yes, she’s blind, that grandma in a dark corner
But everything is alright
Girl, I have goitre. Can you give me some money?
Don’t be worried. She’s happy to get married, that’s why she cries
No, mother, It’s because I will miss you
Where have all the grandpas gone?
Well, most of them have all died
My house has been eaten by termites, soon we’ll be homeless
I am so old, and eventually I’ll be disappear
But life is simple and beautiful here