As it’s Black Saturday, traditionally we have to stay in and not make any noise still. My father told me a story how, when he was a boy, he wasn’t even allowed to take a bath. Everybody had to keep quiet. No work, no play, nothing at all.
Our street is empty. Except for going to the market to buy food for next week’s menu, not much happened here all day. Well—my little sister did cook and bake while I stayed in my office and let time pass.
Thanks for the photos. They were wonderful. Wish I could’ve been there.
Good night, M.