She smiled as she gently patted her calloused thigh with her hand, as if trying to vent her inner excitement.
"We've lived in this village for most of our lives. Ever since I was young, I've watched houses made of mud—whenever it rained, water leaked everywhere inside, basins and jars were placed all over the floor, and we couldn't even sleep peacefully at night."
"Not to mention winter; when the wind blew, it whistled right through the cracks in the walls, chilling us down to our bones."
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