This is that place on earth where I feel most at home. I see it in my dreams the most. This is where I spent about twenty summers of my life, and even a few years when I was little. In that pink house, that used to be yellow, on the first floor, the first three windows from the left. Grandpa's room, kitchen and bathroom. It's called Koiva, a village in the Ural Mountains, that divide Asia and Europe. The man and a woman next to him are my grandparents. They lived to 80 years old until 3 years ago. He died in November, and she died in February, 3 months apart. I can only envy that and wish that to myself. I will miss and love them forever. I am glad they lived to know that I had a first child, Andre. They would be so happy for me if they knew I had three boys! May be they do know, I hope they do.
This is how I know that money wan't make you happy. I was the happiest there with them, just from their love.