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Begin forwarded message: > Thanks Camilo for your article on St Michael's feast in Anjuna. Such > nostalgic memories of the Anjuna of bygone days. > I recall the beautiful cottages of my childhood days, where more than a > ground floor was severely frowned upon. I remember St.John's feast in June > where people would jump in the village wells and the river (sankow) with > crowns of flowers on their heads and garlands round their necks. I remember > the simple country folk, the workers who would line up in front of our home > after their hard day's work in the field, for their cup of feni which my > grandfather would pour out. The cup was made out of coconut shell. There was > so much of respect and real affection. Those days are gone forever. That > bridge over the river screams with pain during the season as merciless cars, > buses and heavy bikes drive over it. Only a true Anjunaite would understand > this. I don't like the change in Anjuna and I don't like the bad name it is > acquiring. But the only thing in life that is constant is change. > Bernice Pereira > Sent from my iPad > >
