She had the pleasant village way
Which she has never lost.
It was a mixture of innocence and mistrust.
In her swollen suitcase
She had a pillow of feathers.
She said: they told me the air in the city is hard.
It hardens the thoughts, the sleep, the dreams.

Background: there was a certain migration from the villages to the city. Here: a relative who has came to live (and work) in the city. My mother speaks.