Sausage Factory

Sausage Factory On my travels on the countryside I saw this disused road with weed sprouting through cracks in the asphalt Followed the road and came to a village that was empty of people, domestic animals, cats and dogs, with one exception of an old couple sinewy with faces of leather. There used to be a small factory here making sausages owned by two brothers who suddenly moved away. I asked the couple where the people had gone, France to find work was the answer I got. The old guy giggled, we’re too tough! What did he mean? In a hidden small valley another village is slowly being emptied, there is a small factory making sausages until it is time to move away. “Salsias” the name of the firm, I recall buying a tin once nice meat but a bit sweet for my taste.