I was sitting in a small park

I was sitting in a small park in Pozega playing my guitar next to what turned out to be the high school, when I realized an old woman, all smiles, was in front of me talking away at me about something something something music something something kuna and??? I motion for help from a near by kid, maybe 15, and it seems this woman is asking me to play my guitar at her 80th birthday party next month. She is hunched over, walking with a cane, probably worked in a field most of her life, and just chattering on like I was an old friend. We are all charmed. She takes Milka's #, my friend in Pozega, my email incase she has a grandchild on line somewhere... And walks off, chattering as she goes. I'm told by this young translator that she is "crazy".

"What do you mean crazy?"

"She won't remember you in five minutes, she made little sense"...

Just another sweet moment with people close to themselves, the earth, their hearts.