when a person has been raised in a place like that, anything is better. The village isn't what it used to be, I know, but sheesh such disarray. Can somebody go there and at least collect the trash?
I remember walking through the streets on many a day.
One of the houses is mine but I wouldn't recognize it from my imagination's view of it. It seems it wasn't so gray and dreary when I was growing up but then I was a dirty little child anyhow;
always making the mud pies!
I am glad they are soap now:)