25 Rreshtat e Mirës

Archive from 2017! 25 lines of Mira for a group of young people, who resemble Albania closer to Europe

Archive from 2017! 25 lines of Mira for a group of young people, who resemble

By Mira Kazhani/ It was a scorching sun in Jal and I spent the peak in the room. When I turned around, I noticed from a distance some young men sitting almost in the area of ??my chaise longue. I approach calmly, because in the end - I said to myself - they are not one of those faces that call hawks and that would be terrible and risk making the weekend a detention by sea. A group of young people, from the conversations are either in university or in master's. They don't look more than 22-23 years old. They speak a watery English and topics that are not disturbing but that reflect a level above average and premonitions that are types of tens in school, but as happens on vacation, people surrender to a happiness that seems from the light topics and the rules that are broken: sleep, food and coping with life's duties. - May I know how old you are? -22 more or less, all of them, - answers me a guy who has good communication and doesn't look like two guys his age three umbrellas away, who wear thick gold pendants and act like they are 40 years old. But they don't interest me and I focus on the group. This boy who answers me politely, I learn that he studies in England. Meanwhile, a little girl like a ball, with ice white teeth, has come from America (later I learned that she studies there) and she discusses with her friends all sweet jokes about Albania, because every time she comes she has to be careful with what she takes out. from the mouth, that we are ready for misinterpretation. I can't remember his name, but he was full of character, and I began to eavesdrop on the conversations of my friends near the tent with the satisfaction that gives you a good book, and even the most valuable one. I'm always curious to know how today's youth are, what they say, what they dream and especially how they live. Yes, they liked to drink some gin and vodka in the evening. I could hear them looking forward to a good glass at dinner. They were looking forward to this weekend. As they themselves said, after the exams it seems as if you leave one life and enter another. They are full of adrenaline and I like that they are not boring types; both school and fun! Everything in its time. All the time someone's phone was ringing. It was either another group or a female friend with names like Bora, Ada, etc., who meanwhile were traveling to the South to join the group. An African came, who was actually British and a friend of one of the Albanians studying there. Two French brothers and sisters had also become part of the weekend in the Albanian South from friendships with two of the young people. Ines is a student in Prague for International Security and I had a little conversation with her. -Are you guys in your teens or do I think so? Ines laughs, rolls her eyes at everyone and says "yes". - Did you bring these foreigners? - Yes, they are friends with some of us and we have invited them to see the South of Albania. - Where will you work with this school you are doing? In NATO, in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Will you return to Albania? - That's what we want. If not, in Europe. - Yes, one day we will be Europe too, - I say. - Yes, we hope for that, but it is very complex. We should all love him, - says Inesi! And I saw that he was desirous of resting a little under the warm rays of the west coast, and I preferred not to poke my nose any longer into the tent of the young men, who radiated the appearance of a true holiday: what you rarely see in our South, filled with falcon not infrequently. A little description: The French are now bathing in the sea, the British woman with African DNA talks and laughs with the Albanian girls, another just ordered cocktails and beer. Neither seems to have a love story in between. They are obviously just old classmates and I think that next to my tent is Albania in Europe. So close, so simple, with an English as soul, with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in clothes as beautiful as on Pinterest, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! the British woman with African DNA talks and laughs with the Albanian girls, another just ordered cocktails and beer. Neither seems to have a love story in between. They are obviously just old classmates and I think that next to my tent is Albania in Europe. So close, so simple, with an English as soul, with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in clothes as beautiful as on Pinterest, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! the British woman with African DNA talks and laughs with the Albanian girls, another just ordered cocktails and beer. Neither seems to have a love story in between. They are obviously just old classmates and I think that next to my tent is Albania in Europe. So close, so simple, with an English as soul, with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in clothes as beautiful as on Pinterest, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! Neither seems to have a love story in between. They are obviously just old classmates and I think that next to my tent is Albania in Europe. So close, so simple, with an English as soul, with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in clothes as beautiful as on Pinterest, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! Neither seems to have a love story in between. They are obviously just old classmates and I think that next to my tent is Albania in Europe. So close, so simple, with an English as soul, with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in clothes as beautiful as on Pinterest, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in beautiful Pinterest outfits, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe! with some faces without a toilet, without long acrylic nails, in beautiful Pinterest outfits, clinking their glasses. The British-African woman is twisting her waist as she listens to the music in the background, two new girlfriends are hugging longingly, another is enjoying a cold beer. They are so good that they make you believe that Europe is being brought here by those whom no one knows, but who with their behavior are the postcard of Albanian Europe!

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