“Everyone in the Delta knows everything about everyone.”

Everyone in the Delta knows everything about everyone. And everyone in the Delta has something to do with everyone. All of us here cannot have had at least one argument with someone else and not have at least a small thorn against another. This is Delta, this is what we do here. We associate, we share one thing for 5 minutes and automatically find out about the other things that we tell others, who tell us things about others. And we live in a happy community.
Being a small community, frictions automatically arise, animosities arise. Everything, instead, is based on a general need for collaboration. Here is something fundamental, fundamental, different from the rest of the world. Being a small community, in an isolated environment, we cannot refuse help to the other in need.
A situation, let’s say hilarious, is the story of two people who had tractors. The people who had tractors were few. And who because of their wives, as is normal and natural, had quarreled with each other. And they didn’t talk to each other for years. At some point, one of them got stuck with the tractor, stuck in the field, the front axle of the tractor fell off and he was there with it broken. The other one, passing by on the road, people who hadn’t spoken to each other for years, saw him, backed up to this tractor, not talking. The other one grabbed this tractor with his tractor, not talking, dragged him to his yard, left him there, got him off. He got untied and I understood that they don’t talk to each other anymore to this day. But he didn’t leave him in the field under any circumstances. This thing still happens in the Delta between people [because] we are genetically conditioned not to refuse help to someone in need. If someone calls me at this hour and tells me that they got stuck in a pond with their boat, I don’t know where at night, I’ll go all out and get them out. Why? Somewhere in my genes it says that if I don’t do this now, the next time I’m in a similar situation, I’ll die. That’s the charm of the Delta. We argue, we scold, we hate, we love, and at the same time we have to live together here and help each other.