Aunties – like my grandmother used to be – are slowly dying out from our
modern world. They used to rebuke without hesitation and fear the young
vandals, those who swear, litter and drop their cigarette stubs. They
used to notice immediately
if a tile was missing from the church’s roof and the y hurried to the
vicar to have it replaced. This entry is for the memory of these
aunties. I hope one day we will be able to grow up to them from this
recent „this is none of my business” mentality.
.jpg)
