It's springtime in the Baltics. The birds are signing. The bees are buzzing. People awake from the winter slumber.
Every man, woman, and child leave their abodes for sunny beaches, green parks, and countryside picnics. Balts value warm weather because summers here are short. Men walk around shirtless. Women wear short skirts. By the time June arrives, people will turn brown from spending time at the beach so often. Young people congregate in parks with drinks in one hand and laptop in another. No longer burdened by lousy weather and perpetual nighttime.
It gets dark as late as 10 p.m. already, and it's not even the middle of the summer quite yet.
It's best time of the year.
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Your birds know sign language?
Aleks! we thought you fell into a Baltic Abyss. Long time no see. It's always interesting.
I don't have any birds, bigd. And thanks for the warm welcome, Brandon, as usual.
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