Those who know remember the taste of the chicken cooked on those special days. The big and nutritious chicken that takes hours to cook, whose thighs are eaten by the children, whose wings are eaten by the mother, and whose breast is eaten by the father. He also remembers the salad made next to the chicken, in which we dipped bread in its juice, and the crunchy sound of fresh vegetables while eating. Especially if a coke is taken with the meal during paycheck, how happy the children are… Those who know remember…
Those who know also remember the stray animals we used to look at at the door. What we eat is what we eat, rice is rice, pasta is pasta. Now something has happened to those cats, they can’t eat what we give them, they just smell and leave. Do you think they are full or do you think they know something? Those who know remember the old times…
There was an ongoing flow of life. With the orange peel thrown on the stove burning in winter, the smell of a natural room perfume would cover the whole place. Old people from the country would come with their own cans of cheese, yoghurt and rosehips, stay in the house of the eldest son of the family until the summer, and return to their village, which was spared from the snow, in summer.
It wasn’t all rosy, of course. Sometimes bad news came from the country. Our homes were filled with sadness at the news that our uncles and aunts were hospitalized. They used to buy cologne and biscuits and go to the hospital. After staying in the hospital for a while, he would either be discharged or the hearts would be filled with sadness when the doctor said to prepare yourself for everything. They called it a thin disease, and no one knew what it was until it happened to them. The family would prepare themselves, as the doctor said, and when the day came, they would mourn their death without causing a stir.
Now, for some reason, the lives of the ancients are not lived. The chicken we eat has no taste, although it does not resemble chicken. Strange creatures that cook in half an hour, are about the size of a chick, have no flavor without marinating, and arrive on our tables a few weeks after hatching. Tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers have no smell, let alone taste. There is something strange, something strange, something has changed and we did not realize it, what did we miss? We still don’t know.
In the past, our elderly people used to come to our house when they got sick, now they go either directly to the hospital or directly to the grave. They are not that old anymore, they are starting to struggle with the life that has turned fifty. We did not know what cholesterol, stand, bypass was. They used to say thin disease, now they call it heart attack, they say sugar and more are added day by day. What did the ancients know about these strange diseases? They call it lubrication in the vein. So where does this lubrication come from? They say sugar, but where does this sugar come from?
What do we eat, what happens to us? In the past, we did not know that it was organic, agricultural or natural. The ancients did not know, everything was organic anyway. Are tomatoes organic? The tomato itself was already organic. Nowadays we call tomatoes organic. Before we buy a vegetable, we smell it.
I said that the old ones were different. The old ones were different and blended into our memories with their different states. So what’s left for us? Chicks growing in 20 days, odorless tomatoes, cucumber-like melons, bananas. I ask you again, what is left for us, how much is left for us?
So what is this organic? Is it enough that it only reproduces naturally in nature and does not contaminate its soil with chemicals? Of course not. No matter how much you protect your field, the manure of the next field gets on your crop with the water, the medicine finds you through the wind and insects. What should we do to fill in the word “organic”?
We have a solution. With Greenhouse, we are able to protect our products from everything by isolating our products and fertilizing them with our own bees, and we offer you healthy foods. We do this because we want to go back to the old days. We have lost many of what was once left to us. We have poisoned our soil, polluted our air. We forgot that nature does not need us, we need nature, and we pay a heavy price for it. Let’s put a stop to this trend together and turn our backs on anything unhealthy for our health. Only then can we prevent our children from commemorating us by calling them “ancients,” as we did with our grandparents.
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