Those are the words that Tines, a young man in Balan, said to me on the phone the other day. He said, “You have to come to Balan in November because I cannot wait until December to see you. I feel good when I am with you.”
Well Tines, the feelings are mutual. I miss my friends in Balan so much. My heart aches to be with them.
I am the luckiest person in the world.