Spain

There is true a story of an upright but brusque man who lived in a village sometime in the 1950s and made as many enemies as friends. One day his enemies ganged up, and turned up at his home to finish him off. His wife opened the door, beamed at them, ushered them in, sat them down in the way only elderly south Indian women can and served them an excellent lunch. They ate and left, never to return. I take a page from the books of both the lady and the gang of men: 1. Feed people: it helps. 2. Eat: it helps.