In the old barn there are left a yoke for oxen and some horseshoes. There aren’t any animals left as they aren’t useful anymore. Even if a carriage would be more suited for a noble princess, I have been absorbed by modern habits. Therefore, I travel with my inseparable and beloved pink 500. Yes, pink as the piglets that I usually look for and kiss. What can I do if my dream of kissing a pig in order to watch it turning into a prince has not faded away yet? Maybe that’s because I’ve never grown old. Or maybe that’s all because of destiny.

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