This is my last evening at the farm. I have seen so much and learned a lot. Everything that we eat in the cities that come from the lands, come from the farmers. Rice. Corn. Everything. They are the backbone of the country. But they are quite often forgotten. In some ways, they are still live like a few hundred years ago. I pray to Lord Buddha that their children visit and send money to them regularly, that they have good medical insurance and health benefits, that their polluted areas become clean, that they get heated houses with WC with flushing and hot water showers and that nobody throws away their babies or steals their chickens. Amituofo.
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