We walked for about 10 minutes until we arrived at the grandma house. She invited us onto his patio. So I was sitting in this white chair, with the only remote control in the entire village and hundreds of kids watching me. It all must sound really decadent but they actually wanted to me to do so. We stared in the house of an old acquaintance. The landlady was extremely old and she could hardly recognize the people. We were surprised to see her showing a warm welcome for us. She provided us food made of the best food grains she could have in the village home. But to us it was the coarsest stuff we had ever taken. Even though there was the warmth of the love by the old woman. We couldn’t believe the situation; she led us to a small-congested room for rest where she difficultly unrolled some worn out poor bedding for us.