I grew up in a green house. My mother was colorblind, and the only color, she could see, was green. She painted all the walls green right after she moved in, 35 years ago. The green furniture came little by little, each time when money was available. My father wasn't too bothered by this and it was probably the love to his wive, who made his grey life bearable. Because he, too, was colorblind. Unfortunately, as chance would have it, of all colors, it was green, he couldn't see.