One
summer I used to work in a small village as a bank taller.
Most of the time I used to give
salaries to the local people.
I meet a young man who I think
liked me, because he would go to the bank every day just to say “Hello” to me.
We started to talk a bit, a few
times I brought him some books and later we talked about the books together.
This man was very nice to me. He was very kind and always smiled when he was
looking at me. I started to like him too.
Just before my contract with the
bank was expired I asked this man to move to the city. I said that my father
would help to find a job and a place to live. But the man refused. He sadly
smiled: “I would like to move somewhere with a girl like you, but I cannot. My
village is holding me here. I am a village keeper and no matter how far I go at
the next day I am back here. “
