I could eat a tone of watermelon per year (when I was younger I could eat a tone in one summer). I like them regardless of how they’re called, despite them being from tiny Dăbuleni, sunny Ellada or from droughty Andalusia. This year, however, was different. At best, ten watermelons from the ones that I ate would be worth mentioning. The other 25-30 have made fools of themselves. This led to a diminished consumption. And also to the photos below, taken due to the joy of the moment when I found a truly delicious watermelon.
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