Marijuana and free love
A long time ago in a faraway land… So there’s me and 20 other foreign travellers, sitting around a bonfire on a farm in the south of France. We are there for the vendange – the grape harvest. It is well-paid, hard work − dawn till dusk − and only rarely can we find the energy to stay up late socialising. Sitting around a campfire under a sickle moon singing, as you do, the Romanian…