Friday short story based on real facts and real nuts
Romanian villages are a mixture of tradition and modernity. By modernity, I mean either newcomers who have switched from the urban area and moved into the country side, or simply villagers that are way too connected and too tech savvy to be called villagers.
But don’t be mistaken: technology does not go too far from the Internet, satellite TV and mobiles. The land is still worked manually in most of the cases. Yet people have become somewhat lazy, so it is not uncommon to find out that they are more preoccupied by the latest reality show than by completing their daily chores and follow nature’s own course.
So, yes this is highly the season for harvesting walnuts especially since most of the households have 3-4 big, really old walnuts trees. And there is this guy who has recently switched homes and left the old house abandoned and empty just as he has let the orchard and the walnuts abandoned. And he does not really care about his walnuts, or so it seems.
One of his neighbours offers him money in exchange for the walnut harvest from the tree that is in front of his house. This particular walnut tree is exceptional and it would be a real pity not to pick them before winter. So the guy gets his money and tells his neighbour to harvest them whenever he wants.
Ok, however, the walnut owner was slightly tipsy when he made the deal and once he arrived home he completely forgot that he had a “deal” and was no longer supposed to harvest his walnuts, at least not from that particular tree. So, at a certain point, he returns with his lady and they start harvesting the walnuts. The neighbour to whom he had “virtually” sold the walnuts also arrives to do the same thing. When he sees that the owner completely forgot about the deal, things start to get crazy and accusations pour in.
Fed up with the walnut agenda, the owner disowns the deal, starts cursing whoever crosses his way and in a fit of “reality show”, picks up the axe and cuts down the walnut tree with walnuts and everything, and pulls it into his yard. Case closed, no more walnuts.