above a fireplace. We immediately went
gathering wood. We heard that two miles
down the road was a place where each day
a van stopped and you could buy fresh bread.
The next day, we went there. The house
over there was the center of the community.
This was really small-scale economy. They
sold fishhooks, local farmers exchanged
things. For instance eggs for honey. And
they served local Armagnac. Bread had to
be ordered and could be picked up the next
day. We really loved the Armagnac, and we
were offered some dry sausages. The nearest
store was at least ten miles away. The bus
stopped there and they told us that the
next day the strike would end.
