Ciao to all that

Yesterday I spent in the Park, opposite of the American embassy, with My Friend Elias, Ian the Monitor, Thomas, Aida H., Nicole and Caroline. It was sunny, and nice. We had music, soft drinks, beers, chips, cookies and more music. We ate pizza. We were reading (comics and real books), talking about nothing, humming to the songs, playing badminton and making phone calls and pictures. We took blankets and cushions and sheets to sit and to lie on. We spent hours there, until the sun almost set. At night we were tanned, and tired.
Yesterday was a good day.

Saturday evening I spent in my house, with My Friend Elias, and all the other above-mentioned, and about 75 others too. It was our farewell party. We drunk, talked about nothing, played indoor- badminton, played indoor-cricket, indoor-bowling, and made a mess, and said ciao to a lot of people.
Saturday evening was a good evening.

Both were a normal Sunday and a sort-of-normal Saturday evening. However, in all their normality they are to be remembered. As good days in Bosnia.