When we are in our twenties, we love to be always surrounded by friends, to share everything with... even our room, the apartment, our entire lives and home. However, growing up, things change. Mates too.
Privicy is required, then. Being in forties, in couple, married, with a family formed, it's not the ideal live in some kind of tree house, accomodated like in a camping, as teenagers, in an eternal immature party(life).
Time passes... Ok, unless you are an indian, a hippie, a member of alternative communities, a junkie, or if you are VERY broken to have autonomy, you are not going to agree. It's nonsense, com'on!
Helloooo! Welcome to adult normal life.
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Divorced, with kids, as showed in La Galère (a big house divided by four women and their children), I sincerely suspect that it doesn't work anyway... After all, in fiction everything looks great.
Maybe, in the seventies, in a place as Les Résidences Soleil, community life might be a coherent option.
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Divorced, with kids, as showed in La Galère (a big house divided by four women and their children), I sincerely suspect that it doesn't work anyway... After all, in fiction everything looks great.
Maybe, in the seventies, in a place as Les Résidences Soleil, community life might be a coherent option.
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