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  • The summer when I was seven years old I spent two months at my aunt´s farm. I was an early bird, woke up at 6 o´clock every morning, hence my job was to go out and find the cows. I went out, walked to the east where they usually grazed during the night, and I would found the cows strolling around in the grassy hills of the mountain. I gathered the heard and we walked slowly towards the farm. The oldest cows were at the end of the row. I sang for them all the songs I knew and stroked them. They were so warm in the chill of the morning.
    As we got closer to the brook - and the farm - they started to relieve themselves. I took off my sneakers and socks which were soaking wet because of the dew and my feet were cold.
    I stepped into the dung - jumped from one dung to another - and bathed my feet in it, wriggled my toes and enjoyed the warmth.
    When we came to the brook I washed my feet in a hurry in the cold stream and put on my socks and sneakers.
    The dairy was just a few steps from the brook. I ran as fast as I could to open the cow-shed - and the cows went in with udders full of milk - excited to get relieved. Every cow knew where her stable was.
    My favorite cow was Goddess. She was black with a white and brown star above her eyes. She gave a lot of milk, but her teats were so small that she had to be milked by hand. And I was taught to milk her. Goddess liked me.
    She was born with a lot of patience and every morning she gave me all she had to give.
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