The chill of the wind was biting my skin, as I was walking to the rhythm of my feet crunching against the dead leaves. I could hear a wave of singing, music and stomping thumping against my ears from a distance. It was a sound I was familiar with, something like a wedding I was at in Kosovo. Dancing, singing and a lot of fun. As I approached the crowd I saw a group of women start a a traditional dance called the “Vala”. I saw many people old, young, girls or boys joining quickly forming a massive circle of joy. On the other side of the square I saw about 7 young men lighting red flares. Colours of our passion I guess. There was almost a feeling of community surrounding us and bringing us together, like one big family. The bright sun revealed itself among the clouds and shone down on us, immediately inflicting its power of heat, warming my skull and flowing through my whole body. I saw many familiar faces greet my parents then turning on to me, and smiling in my face then proceeding to picking me up as if I am some newborn baby. I always hated being treated younger than I was, it felt as if I am some toy being shared among others.