What means "YES" for friends from Serbia

To start with, I wasn’t even supposed to be on the project, I applied a day before the deadline; hence, I was left a substitute. 3 days before the project, Dejan calls up: “Pack up kid and grab a train to Sophia, the original line up bailed”. It’s not very often that you get a chance to meet such a fine group of young individuals. Indeed, world be a small place for good people to share an experience and I for one am very thankful to have had such a chance. The Turks and the Greek were the first ones to arrive and to draw my attention. Naturally, after dinner we all started mingling amongst each other, having a beer to share and a warm fuzzy feeling deep down in our stomachs. For me, the Turks were such playboys with their charismatic smiles and their rugged looks; and the Greek, they were perceived as Wonka’s chocolate factory elves, so cute and cuddly in their own little worlds (including Teo being their care bear leader). And then, the man with the plan, the groove machine, Mr. Funk himself, Fernando Morales and the Spanish Armada along with the destructive force of the indestructible Zachovajte Paniku. As the day progressed we were honoured by the appearance of the lovely muses from Bulgaria and Romania, and not dwelling a second over their lost belongings, the beautiful people of Latvia. We sang, we drank, we played, we made a hell of a thunderstorm when we got to make and play music. In that little hotel you could hear everything from funk to metal, from jazz to electro pop; but, the loudest thing you could here were the tears falling on the evening people were heading back and the Yes Project was to become just a memory and a great part of our lives. It was a fair and warm evening on my return trip to Serbia, I was heading home on a bus, drenched in the music of Yokko Kano, and I was actually happy that I had the privilege to share the same air with some of the most brilliant and pure hearted souls roaming this earth. And it’s always the little things that count in the end, the breakfast chit chat, a friendly hug with a glass of wine, the sight a pale smile to brighten up your day, and eventually a face you are cursed never to forget as long as the last gasp leaves your body. As many problems as one can have in his lifetime, you know that there is someone out there who would gladly help you at a wink of an eye, just give him a call.