Life goes on, the weeks go by, life here is good, certainly a bit 'of nostalgia there, between the rain drops and the MP3 player that goes by surprise songs that recall the beauty of my city . And that's when you least the aspects of a weekend like many others, but unique. The usual routine, you work a bit 'even if it's Saturday and the desire is not a lot, you browse a bit' on the internet, then you go out to dinner. Not raining, the sun came out after a week of rain. The scout group in Tirana, where work often uses the structure for activities and meetings. This Saturday is the clan that is here on out. My evening with it as planned, meat and beer with friends, then returns home. I enter the car in the garden and there are kids in a circle around the fire, turn off the headlights to not ruin the atmosphere. Parking, out of the car and one of them is asking me to join them. The desire to tell the truth is not much, I sleep and I'm tired, but how to say no! I approach the fire and roast them incerchio to cook on the grill. Spending an hour in their company as well, playing, chatting, eating chestnuts and sipping a little 'home-made red wine. The chestnuts are cooked perfectly, the wine is not the best, not even speak much to each other as they chat in Albanian.
"No perfume is the smell of the fire,"
Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth, Lord Baden-Powell of Gilwell, Chief Scout of the World
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