I love it when a simple songs strikes a solid chord because the heart was made soft by a brother's recent passing...
I love it when the neighborhood kids get excited right along with us, and wait with huge smiles with their scooters and unicycle for us to pick them up each afternoon to sing to he rest of the town.
I love it when those same neighborhood kids tell me all the english phrases they've learned in school, while I stretch my poor tongue to make German sounds back, and we all laugh, friends.
It is hard not to love this place.
|we set out|
|that's my pal there|
|and his harmonica is a big hit|
|surrounded by friends|
|(most of whom have names difficult to pronounce)|
|this is real fun|
|see my friends with the wheels?|
|how beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news...|