In the village they remember childhood. One of the posts:
With the balconies we called each other for communication. To communicate... From the balconies... Three balconies participated in the conference (two adjacent on the floor and one on the floor above), it used to be - another couple connected. I remember still hanging my back to the fence to look at the upper balcony until the parents see (I now remember, up the skin, I would have killed for such tricks). And once the wall collapsed in the toilet, adjacent to the corridor - so we read magazines until late and shared cookies through the hole until we finished the communication portal.
Now everyone in different cities, countries, have grown up, contacts have all been lost. For me, they are the ones who are crazy, mapy, with big curious eyes... I can’t get used to the fact that they are already other people. Why am I...? Remove the balconies.