Slupca – Part 1

Here is my first memory: I am standing with my fiance in a hospital garden facing a chainlink fence. In our right hands we are holding bundles of weeds. We have yanked them by their hair, liberating them from the crusty earth. We heard a painful, yet somehow satisfying crack as their roots tore in two: the part still left underground and the part covered in a clump of soil, now in our triumphant grasp. It is time to shake! We stretch back, swing our arms, and hit the rootballs against the sturdy diagonal metal grid. Earth is flying into my eyes, blinding me, I inhale the wet dust.  The roots must be naked! I am getting very dirty, but I love this game I play with my fiance. Of course I am going to marry Pawel. He is the only boy I know. I am three and a half.

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