Voyage to Elbasan
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Today I’ll recall my impressions from travelling to Albania and remember that I need to announce that there is nothing simpler than a trip to that country. However, it is necessary, for anyone to understand that during the summer, the Saint John’s celebration occurs. Only, when night falls, the nostalgia of old customs, makes everyone imagine that if they take part in the jumping of fires, they might be in any city they wish. I, once, during a day of utter loneliness, a day during which I had lived away from birds when night fell, I jumped over fires they had put on in one common neighbourhood of Athens and with a strong passion for Albania in my heart. I jumped once, twice. Nothing. The third time I suddenly found myself in Elbasan.
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