So, between the houses and the Mura were pastures and fields. And there we also drove the cows to pasture, the ones we had at home. We always looked forward to that the most, because all of us from the village drove cows to the pastures and there we played happily, with a ball, we ‘svinkali’ (got dirty/played rough). Roasted corn. Right there where it grew, yes. There were a huge number of us. Yeah, nice.