Last night I watched one of these low-budget, fabulous documentaries that Public Service TV spoils us with. I missed the beginning, so I don't know what it was called. It was set in some village, by the mountains, in Catalonia. A man talked about how he's lived in the same house all his life, and that his father lived there as well, and his grandfather. A German hippie couple just moved into the village. They are obviously in love with the surroundings and plan to build a house. The German hippie listens to a cassette of haunting folk music with the man-with-an-old-house. The old man is moved by the music, and the eagerly urges the hippie to rewind the tape so that they can listen to it all over again. A flamboyant Englishman talks about his garden. The villagers have told him that the soil is suitable for growing kidney beans. That would be no fun, snarls the English Dandy, who also buys a mule. One of the villagers predicts that nothing will grow in the Englishman's garden.
Well, that was it. But it was a great documentary.
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