Hooray! Today, some local officials, dressed in traditional folkloric costumes, payed tribute to my Dad because he’s still one of the oldest inhabitants of the village. This is a regular annual tradition. My father turned 94 a few days ago. As always, we had a small celebration with chocolates (of course) and coffee. Many happy returns, Dad!
Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends, wherever you are. Peace, love and understanding.