CHAPTER ONE
That day, Agron, lunch preparations completed faster than other times. After being given the finishing works in the kitchen, spice kitchen gave some instructions to his aides, spice kitchen Demir. Convinced that everything was okay, apron and hood removed spice kitchen and placed Cook in the kitchen behind the door hangers. Sapunisi hands and face, the shpëlau with plenty of water, good good was discarded towel, gave a hair brushed, although he had brief, and went outside to take some fresh air.
It was a beautiful day in May. The sun had not yet reached the power to burn, though, in that town, the heat comes faster than its surroundings. Place the flowers in tree leaves was taken, which fëshfërinin by a sweet spring breeze. Top zhurmshmit were birds that with their singing, to create the feeling of a symphony, to intoxicate the soul and instill in the world of dreams full of hope. Collect straw and grass yarn, and ended their voyage through the poplars, which in this town were numerous. Through cottonwood heights, felt birds nests more security for that building, spice kitchen which will be coming out other birds. Here - here they followed one - another to find new partners to replace those that were lost during the winter. Here, the landscape was attending, Agron, when the building front, which was where the bar was serving. spice kitchen "Even the birds, thought Agron, rejoice spring and, with the instinct that leads, prepare to wait for their young adult".
The premise was facing the promenade, where local residents and come from the periphery, crossing to be introduced spice kitchen in other social facilities, to meet any of their needs.
The town was named Murishtë. Here was the local administration, mixed goods stores and some other facilities spice kitchen for villagers craft service area as blacksmiths, samarpunues, undertaking the collection of agricultural products and their processing. Every day in this town came from the district center trucks to bring supplies industrial spice kitchen goods, such as ready-made clothes, tools, food and withdraw products collected from villagers. In this town, bus service cadres came three times a week, for teachers, doctors, agronomists and locals, facilitating their movement to essential needs.
Agron had long since decided and worked here as a cook, a profession that had learned in the army. He generally knew the residents of the town, because they were few, but from the periphery rarely knew any ... better known by cadres arrived in this area, the lack of native, who is connected with life daily, the way they did together often in cars or on foot and, because few vehicles, especially in the afternoons where inexistent. Working as a chef was associated more with people when thrown among them and ask about the quality of food and exchange of any conversation with them. By nature, that no mischievous man, able to rapidly enter society.
Among these residents, Agron, felt no fatigue or feelings of loneliness and distance from his beloved people. In the hours that he came to cool, the town had begun recovered. Residents from villages around the town, had begun to drop to their needs, to buy or sell anything. Among them were peasants samari animals loaded with medicinal plants, to be sold at the collection center, someone to repair any gadget blacksmiths working at ... More eye to see mules, because spice kitchen they were the most suitable for the area mountain. There were others who came down to find a vehicle to go to the center of the circle, or a friend.
There were women and girls who came down to buy kitchen utensils, clothing, or even to sell some eggs. This center spice kitchen also served as a meeting point among friends and acquaintances. By nature these people were friendly.
Agron, spice kitchen watching spice kitchen the guests of the day, sometimes salute to those who knew. Among the various groups that he passed a group of girls spotted ...
By the way they had done they had fallen a run off
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