Author of the text: Darko Antić

Ever since in 1976, me and my sister Aleksandra, my father and mother put into the newly-acquired deep yellow car (Zastava 101) along with the huge brown leather case, over-filled and barely closed orange portable fridge and told us in the dawn, that we were going to go to the sea in one foreign and beautiful country, called Greece, and in the place Stavros, and when all the neighbors around us in Glozdak in Cerska street (my friends, Goran Kasapin, Bob Zivkic, Tricko and his sister Suzana, my friend Bojan Chombe and his brother Deja Vucko, my friends Dobric Bob and his brother Dejan Pita, friends from the street Snezana and Marina, Zdenka) collectively went to Leptokarya, Kavala, Stavros, Asprovalta, Platamon, Paralia, as I were saying, since then I loved this marvelous, sunny and sea scented land. Somehow I knew even as five years old that I would they like you forever and I will come back again and again and every time you will discover a part of that puzzle, the most beautiful islands in the world, good, ever-smiling and well-liked people who would, when they hear that we are from Yugoslavia, and now Serbia, came to kiss and hug us, as if we were the cousins...

I came with my family from that same Greece, from the island of Tasos, with my wife Gaya and our two playful children, Matilda and Svetozar, from a relaxing vacation, and I know that next year we will again go to our friends in Greece, and I know that my children love this country, which became part of their being, and I know that they, when I'm gone, will return with their new families to that same country, which gave us so much beauty...

Nice memory, so let's build our knowledge and experience, this summer again...