The day does not begin with an alarm clock, but with the clinking of a steel kettle. In the kitchen, the mother (or grandmother) lights the gas stove. The smell of fills the air.
The day does not begin with an alarm clock, but with the clinking of a steel kettle. In the kitchen, the mother (or grandmother) lights the gas stove. The smell of fills the air.
The day does not begin with an alarm clock, but with the clinking of a steel kettle. In the kitchen, the mother (or grandmother) lights the gas stove. The smell of fills the air.