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.
Eller en aften, hvor strømmen svigtede i otte timer i byen, og min far sad, omgiven af os alle, og fortalte om dengang han var lille  og skulle kæmpe for at gå i skole eftersom hans far, som var bonde, ville, at han skulle arbejde.