Yassas my people!
Hope your spirits r alright,

Yesterday evening, while I was strolling like a stone over the grassy hills and the last rays of the sun were slapping my drowsy face, I met my brother Mr? who was washing his car by hand (in case you're wondering: yes,he was wearing a suit even in that occasion)..

Well, we sat on the bonnet and started talking about deep matters, the ones that Balcanian people like me use to talk about after a reinvigorating meal, like you kno...life, stages, colours, sounds and offcourse, the Plot.
Well, we still have different points of view on that matter...but anyway we both think that travelling should be a colourful experience that fills your heart like a casbah, that makes you meet love & peggars, tzigani punkrockerz & peanut smugglers, cheerful undertakers & gloomy jugglers...it's not easy to tell what's the real meaning of travellimg.

-Pardon me if i'm not so clear, but it's not easy to write down on a computer keybrd while my hands r holding two glasses filled with the finest ouzo but anyway, I hope you'll understand what I mean...-

Anyway, what I'm trying to tell is that we played our heart out in our last gigs...trying to describe the meaning of Eva's travelling...it's not so simple, but if you'll give us other chances in the future we'll manage....

Promise.

Yours,
BH