Te dua shume

There is a man who comes to my bar who sometimes frightens other customers. He is kind and good but also easily mistaken for crazed and possibly dangerous. He is toothless, a bit disheveled, drinks a bit. He has a big heart but this is obscured by his lack of facility both with the English language and with American mores.

Lillet was introduced to him for the first time the other day and smiled her usual incandescent smile. When she found out that he is an ethnic Albanian from Kosovo she tried out her handful of Albanian phrases on him.

The man was visibly delighted. And who wouldn't be, to have a pretty girl treat you so kindly and make an attempt to speak to you in the quite obscure native language you had to leave far behind?

My wife: not only kind and gracious, but also speaks some Albanian. How hot is that?