Alhambra 1925

Yes. I suppose this is happiness. To smile just by enjoy a drink listening one of your favourites songs. To find suddenly in Germany a bier from your country, from your city, and so then feel suddenly home. To feel home just cause of the taste of the bitter bier, just cause of the memories what tastes could bring to humans. To have on a new life a piece of your last life, where you feel confortable. Yes, I suppose this is happiness: when the normal things became special. Or when you start to have somethings what you can call "special". Or just when you are fullfilled of a good feeling, with just a small thing. This good feeling, i suppose is happiness.