ABSTRACT
Historically , thi s i s a rather exceptional situation. Seen by nobody, except myself. It was not the l ife of my grandmothers , or of my mother, at least not completely. And the further back in the l ine I move, the more sure I am; they were never alone, they were always under surveil lance. As a minimum: God was there . He may have been an understanding God, accepting some deviance, considering the total situation. Or He was a forgiving one. But He was always around.
