Or one evening when electricity had failed for eight hours in our community, and my dad sat, surrounded by all of us, telling us stories of when he was a little kid struggling to go to school while his father, who was a farmer, wanted him to work in the fields with him.
Ili jedne večeri kada osam sati nije bilo struje u našoj zajednici, moj otac je sjeo, mi ostali oko njega, i pričao nam kako se kao dječak  morao izboriti da ide u školu dok je njegov otac, poljodjelac, želio da radi s njim na polju.