Gatt--Mon Amour (Pages of an Unwritten Book) (Cooperation and Integration: Building the International Community) (Report‪)‬

April 1944, Isalnita, Dolj, Romania I wasn't nine years old yet. It was the third day of Easter when I, my parents and my four-year old sister went to our godparent's house bearing gifts: 30 Easter eggs, dyed with onion skins, 3 large egg-washed loaves of bread, sausages and ham, 2 round and golden cakes baked in special pans, 1 litre of Tesco wine, a demijohn of red wine, all home-made by my father from our vines on the Folea Hill and obviously a living hen, one of the largest in our back-yard. My godmother had prepared chicken soup soured with myrobalams, and hen steak fried in lard in a cooper pan.