We always said we were going to Fermet's – to Fermet's Ančka or to Fermet's Franček. The name of the farm was part of everyday life and part of the people who lived there. At that time it was still winter, the real one, when the frost pressed the ground and the snow crunched underfoot.

The koline was not just a job, it was an event. A day when the extended family, neighbors and friends gathered. While cutting, cooking and mixing, making sausages... stories, jokes and memories flowed.

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