More 4 pages of my “paper story”

5) Some afternoons I liked to run downhill on the road headed towards the bridge. Under the flowing stream, nearby bowed women are washing clothes.
The descent is so steep that sometimes I have the illusion of flying.
6) I remained a little while to watch the water flowing beneath my feet …
7) … and then I walked home slowly along the climb.
Sometimes among the brambles I find blackberries; Sometimes I built whips or “magic wands” with the deadwood.
8) Once, when I went back, I happened to stop in the open space in front of the farm that was on the way: a truck was barreling down the street, and I knew it would be wise to get out of the way.