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.