Near the football stadium
June 1st is an official holiday here: Children's Day. The kindergartners from upstairs put on a program for their families, complete with singing, memorized lines, and a fashion promenade. We three Americans judged Miss Smile, Miss Cutie, Miss Photogenic, etc. Phew! That was a job!
There was also waltzing. To loud strains of Strauss.
The bunker outside our building, a remnant of Albania's not-so-distant communist past. In the neighborhoods around us, they've been demolishing the bunkers, and laying asphalt. As I watched the backhoes work, the cement crumble, it felt very symbolic. Yet, as Jane and Michael's mother said, there are so many memories attached to the bunkers. Racing up the slanted old entrances (see LA18), dropping money down the vents... it's a part of her neighborhood.
o my goodness! those waltzers are adorable. Our kids would never know how to do something like that. A children's day... we have mother's and father's and grandparent's days... we should celebrate a children's day. but with birthdays and Christmas, we seem to spoil our kiddos enough.
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