Every year around this time, I wait for an sms from my sister.
This sms is always short, like a code: “They came” or  “They are here”… and it always makes me happy.
Why?
My sister has a special gift to spot, as a first, the arrival of the long distance migrants – the swallows.
Somehow they remind me of my childhood and the Spring. Long warm evenings, opened windows, and the sound of singing swallows.
This is one of the best memories I have.
Yesterday the long distance sms came!