The red flesh of the watermelon hides a scattering of black seeds, like little stars in the night sky

I remember how in childhood, after a long day spent at the river, my grandmother would take a huge watermelon out of the cellar. Cold, covered with dew drops, it seemed like a real treasure. We would cut it into large slices and eat it, getting dirty with juice, laughing and enjoying the simple but such a wonderful taste.

A watermelon is not just a berry, it is a symbol of summer, sun and carefree happiness. Its aroma reminds us of warm days spent in nature, of the ringing laughter of friends and that the simplest things in life can be the most valuable. In every bite there is a piece of summer imprinted in memory.