Despite the fact that I have very little social contact, I've got to know quite a lot about a couple that lives on the other side of the village. No, they are not friends of mine. How I know them? I'd rather not tell. They live on an old farm, far away from the street. The couple consists of these human beings: an old man and an even older woman. They love eachother. Every morning, they get up at 6:00 am. They help eachother to get out of bed, they get dressed, and at about 7:00 am they eat the bread that they have baked themselves. From that moment on, they work. The woman bakes bread, takes care of dinner, knits socks and sweaters, collects the eggs, milks the cows and gathers apples in the summer. The man works on the land. They eat every evening at 6:00 pm. That is when the woman prepares the hot meal, usually stew.