Wednesday 27 October 2010

farmer Auro

During the two weeks that Zita had to remain in the hospital, my brother, who had taken a holiday, came to Begijnendijk often and took Auro out for walks in the woods and across corn fields. With his uncle, Auro not only discovered the fun of piercing mushrooms with pointy branches, but also the (apparently even bigger) joy of collecting acorns and putting them in the pockets of his jackets and cardigans (he still keeps some in his pockets now!). After this, my brother somewhat became Auro's hero and even now that we are back in Genoa, words like 'bos' (woods), 'mais' (corn) or 'eikel' (acorn) can always count on a smile and an eager reply from Auro with the word 'nuki' (=nonkel Chris).

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