May 12, 2020/
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As the son of a (peasant) farmer, seeing my onions sprout up (wonderfully well) reminds me of my first family farming ritual. In our culture, every (male) child at the age of plus or minus 10, receives a small piece of land where he can cultivate whatever he desires. No one cares for the farm except the lad. He needs to first, clear the ground, then until it, before planting the crop…
