One more day

One more day.

One more day of the comforting sounds of home. Of the albanian language flowing from the radio, of the ball bouncing outside my gate as little boys play football. The soft sound of the wind blowing through the pines....the wagons rolling down the street, my roma's calling my name. My puppy padding through the halls and eventually waiting for me at my door till I come pick him up. Who will pick him up now?

I walked up on the roof today and just gazed at the mist covered mountain, the feild ready to be planted, the little muddy road leading to the village. No matter how far I go I never want to forget that scene. I'll never forget this place as long as I live.

Goodbye Shqiperia