I Lived In A Fairytale
When I was a little girl, I lived in a real fairytale. This is the house where my grandmother lived. I used to stay in her house for the whole weekend and in a summer & winter holidays, I was there all the time. The most beautiful forest was behind the house, but in a yard - there were beautiful trees and old ambar, type of granary where I loved to play. My grandmother spent most of her life in Macedonia, but then she moved in Starchevo and lived here. She brought from Macedonia the most beautiful, old, recepies, and I remember that I used to cook together with her. She also used to sing to me. She had the most beautiful voice. I had the biggest freedom that one child could have. I explored so much. I learned so much. I remember every detail of my time there - when I go into that house, the smell of enterier makes me rememeber everything, I feel like my grandmother is still there. "Winter is so quiet there, just dogs barking, and wind blowing the smell of chimney smoke...", like Gordana wrote. My grandmother left us in 1999. when NATO attacked my country with bombs. Her heart died.