This is where my uncle and his family (+my grandmother) live. They live in the country so they have really many animals, not as much as they used too, but they still have cats, dogs, chickens and a pond with fishes. The most annoying things about being there are all the flies. They are everywhere when it gets a bit warmer outside.

I’ve noticed that I still call this “my grandfather’s place” when I tell someone about it. He passed away almost 1½ year ago, but it’s a habit. The house felt so empty without him and it got even lonelier since my cousins, who used to visit often, had to study all the time.