Monday 1 August 2011

Families

My wife and I were enjoying a lovely time at a rock bar at the seaside. 12 shots for 5 euro. Or 10 lev. The sounds of familiar songs made the blood in our veins dance, our voices- sing out loud and our lips- smile.The singer was young, cheerful, and incredibly charming. The guitarist had a shaved head, smoking guitar moves and was clearly in a good mood, loving his job. Birdwatchers. Shots went in easy yet left us surprisingly  unharmed.
The guitarist, inbetween songs introduced the girl, not older than 19, to be his daughter- Kremena. My reaction to this moment is one of respect and joy. Too many are the people around me who barely respect their parents, let alone speak to them. Families of people close to me are torn or in denial for reasons that should never have such power. Having had a close bond with my own father, I felt their connection to almost be personal to me, it reminded me of the voyages with my father to Albania,to the seaside, to Spain. Our similar take on life has always been clear and to see another relationship as close, one where they work together and smile so much in each other's company, that was something that put an unexpectedly memorable spin on the night.

And now, the new BLOG CHALLENGE- can you spot the WORD? Or can you give me a word, quircky enough, which I will include at a random place in one of the next articles?

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