His name was Grandpa...
Long live criminal,
Crowns on his fingers,
Thief in law.
Would he recognize me now,
He would be one hundred and I am not little girl any more.
What's wrong with you?
He asked me when I was moody and these words still make me smile.
In the difficult time he was living with us.
It was 90s era.
Empty supermarkets,
You need coupons for bread and milk.
People had no salaries for months, strikes on TV.
And every week someone would bring him bag with food.
Cucumbers, tomatoes, green onion,
I still have this every day.
And he had canfood, chocolate.
He always shared with us.
