The island that didn't know the ice

At the time of innocence, when everyone in Arrecife kept the doors open, and one could look with dissimulation through the windows, before many things had a name, in Lanzarote one lived in another way, alien to the electric light, and to the running water, and to the transport. The people, those who had least, went on foot, shoes with broken tarpaulins, or barefoot, and others mounted on donkeys and camels. Then appeared trucks that took about a…