My friend has a professional in every botanic there. In the middle of the summer, we go with him to the market, around a bunch of merchants, everyone is trying to sell something. A grandmother invites us:
- Take my potatoes, grown on your site, with your own hands, with love, for yourself.
A friend, looking at the buds, says:
I have to take. Let’s help this grandmother a little. It has a place very far away.
I am interested:
Do you know that grandmother?
Reply to:
and no. I know this potato, it’s from Egypt.