While I am writing these lines the olives from our 20-years-old olive grove in Medulin are being pressed in an olive oil mill in Vodnjan. Today, for the first time in many years, I was not able to help my family in the harvest and I can not tell how bad I’m feeling right now. The harvest is not only about work. I missed politically incorrect jokes, local gossips and talks about politics you usually hear from your picking comrades while you climb up the olive tree trying to reach the h...

[ Preuzeto: 8.10.2011  s Manjada blog].