I have just bought sweet red grapes. I am going to have brown bread and grapes for my lunch just like the old days in the village when this was like the food of the king for us. But at that times, we didn't have red grapes, it was black.
In the village they used to make syrup grape and some times they became out of date, after which it was disposed. Also during that time traveling traders used to come to our village to trade with us. the trading was based on exhchange of things, hardly money involved. Once our own grape syrup was out of date and my grand mother was planning to dispose it. By coincidence, a group of silly Mosulawi traveling traders arrived to the village. She changed her mind. She told us she would go to them to see if she exchanged it for salt with them. They accepted it gladly after their leader tasted it. They gave her salt one to one in weight, the same amount of salt in weight to the weight of the outdated syrupe.








