Rrapi i Verzhezhes

This is the centuries-old verzhezhalje plane in the shadow of which I spent my childhood playing with friends, I remember when the ball was in his branches, and as a rage he did not want to give it to us, but in verzhezhallinjte as brave and courageous we scrambled through his branches until we got the ball back. Oh how I long to return and once in a while play in his shadow again!