Sadly, fields are turning into building lots for apartment buildings. This space, just north of our little supermarket, was all tall grass, wild flowers, and even a few wild herbs a week ago. Then suddenly the grass had been cut, the daisies were gone, and roughly metal frames with chipboard were lining the edge of the dirt lot. Backing for large advertisements of flats in the making? Maybe. That wouldn’t be unusual. Hard to complain when we are staying in a flat that others might wish to do the same. A little like seeing the shopping mall in Bucharest and regretting the disappearance of the old carts pulled by oxen. Not that we ourselves would prefer to be deprived of modern methods of transportation or be limited entirely to goods that are locally produced. But still….
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