Publisher's Synopsis
They lived inside, working in agriculture. Not that mechanized. But that of the plow pulled by a yoke of oxen. Electric power was a luxury they were not accustomed to. The transport vehicle was the horse, or the Tobatta tractor, where they were engaging a cart, and the whole family was piling up. Happiness costs so little when you are a child. It was a mountainous region; the field area was small. The native forest occupied most of the land. The landscape has not changed much over time. Sunday mass was sacred, for it was just down the slope, across a small creek, and into the church. Everyone knew each other and loved each other, or hated, depending on the mood of the day. Friendship in the interior is very thin. Just one word, for time to close, and people kill themselves. The religion was Catholic, everyone is born that way, then they end up changing to confront their parents. The people created within the church would not have to distort their lives so much.
