Albanian woman mostly gets tired during summer holidays

The role of the slave girl and the speechless servant girl is prominent and comes out especially during summer vacations.

It's just an idea in the air, when the play begins on the date they're going to the sea... then this topic expands and the answer to the question is asked, "Where are we going this year?"

All possible coastal countries are mentioned, and eventually it is decided to go to the same place as years have been, and it has sworn and confessed that they will never go there again. After this decision of the husband (in front of the woman), the family situation for a few days (out) seems calm, but inside the spirit of the vacationing couple is filled with wonder, O God, to go in peace with this man! ( How many times have I sworn falsely?

Every time my Lord has killed me, He will prepare my baggage for all of them, and will collect all kinds of clothing for the family. Without forgetting the husband's ébicinʹ and the number of enough panties for him. As he makes sure that he has forgotten something, he closes his suitcase, sits on it on two knees, and gives it a hard time until he kisses it with his scythe.

They get up early in the morning, they need to use the sun. The woman gets up first, she prepares her breakfast, carries her bags together with her friend, and in a mess (God has forgotten the flowering pot of Ishut; don't forget the shirt, returns again, lights up the balcony light to make fake fun of thieves, looks like they're at home, goes to sea.
Yeah, I closed her answers!
Are you sure he gives it back?
Oh yes, yes... and I'll come back and prove it... and that's how they go, saying to her: Ishala séna saw anyone out of the garden, leaving the apartment.

That's when you started, when I said, "All sleep." But you couldn't get away with it. When they finally set out, a sense of freedom comes through.

And if they don't know how to sing, they play music on the radio, and for a moment they look happy, not like people who are going somewhere to rest, but like people who are going somewhere to have fun. Everything goes well in these moments, song after song, don't sing it without singing at school banks, not singing at school, not at school, not at school, not by singing my brunette, as if it's impossible to pass through Shkodra and don't sing it, there's lots of love in the highway, or to spend the day on Corch's lunch. The nervous driver's nerves start on the highway, stretching all the way to the end of the road. As a driver, let's never worry about leaving your car on the road! ) Is there enough oil?
Is that a tire?
When am I going through the show, I feel like there's something wrong with it?
I'm not lifting!
I'm stuck on the road.
All the rest money.
This is Annie in Albania. He's got moldy.
I have a brother in Morea, no, better come back and rest than my brother did. The children themselves, the father looks in the mirror. ) God forbid, this is the way. With something happening to us, and leaving us in the way, Albania's rebels make us solvable, my mother takes the children.
Not that I call the police!

God, the police are accomplices of criminals. The driver monologue does this in complete silence, itself. And a second screams to the woman “don't make the way”, “Open your eyes, look at the signs... that surprised me to find the way, that you'll find yourself alive, you'll be right back at” The woman does not understand the man's drama and fear, so a bad man appears in her eyes. The husband doesn't understand the woman's tranquillity, and that's why she feels like a sleeper “, a queer that's getting late... and that's so naive that she doesn't realize what danger it could be? They moved in. The man lies down with his rifle, and the woman, still without her clothes, takes out her jazz and puts it out of a coffee. This coffee is delicious. Because he is considered to be a trouble, a man who has escaped danger. - We're all coming! All yours, all that worries, all that nerve luggage on their heads, like when a man goes to war.

We who have experienced war continue to experience everything as war. So we do not know how to rest. We confuse vacation with entertainment.

We go to the coast to enjoy the sound of music, not rest; We're going to have fun among people, not to leave people in peace. We'll be back fired if we don't have any fun. Only the elders and the perfect people rest. Living doesn't rest after he wakes up. Then, they eat lunch, the woman picks up the towels for everyone and goes to the beach. The man has won the “gene by sweat because he got tired of driving, so he hangs on his spine because he doesn't rest until the last day of his rest when he goes home. From the backpack, a man sees the sun frying the children's back, sees everything that's not in his place, so they don't leave the “to rest the” as he deserves... to monitor the situation and give strict orders: - What the fuck are you doing?
- Go get some water. Something's coming up!
- Put the kids in the water, don't worry about losing their eyes.
I'm sorry.
- What do you want us to do tonight for dinner?
God forbid you've forgotten all about me! And so the day goes by! When they return to their homes, a man comes in first to cleanse his children after him, and when there is only cold water, his wife comes in to purify herself. When the woman leaves the bathroom, she starts making the bread, tears the tea, all of them enjoying furniture, lying down, resting, she has not yet sat down.

She's axham, and she's still not sitting.

They take a walk in the corzo, they eat ice cream, they have an oats, and they come back to the apartment late, and she's not even sitting. Everyone lies down to sleep, except for the woman who's in the bathroom cleaning the beach towels and other clothes since they've been stripped, they've all left a pile. It's not easy to squeeze towels and take away their extra pendant sand. On the last day of the break she will remember that the beach towels next time she won't wash anything, she'll just shake the fire and hang them on the balcony until the wind blows (so the men can't tell the difference). In those thoughts, with the head on the foam, pressing towels on the towel, when you stop the tap, you hear the man's voice, come on, where you're left, shut down that ham of light that you let us sleep! When he goes back to bed, and shuts down all the lights, the children's voice calls: Come on, let's get it out of my face. The woman turns on the cell phone, and she's going to take all the last of them off the sheet.

He goes out on the balcony in the dark, and although he has a calendar on his cell, he counts the days until the day they come home. My wife mostly gets tired during summer break. Legend says: First the men lived on Mars, and the women in Venice. They've seen each other from a distance, and (hit) one day for fun they've decided to come for “truce” on Earth!P.S.
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