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There were no applauds. Not even a happy shout broke the silence of a woolly grey morning. No flowers, no cookies, no friendly punches, no loving hugs. All together, they counted down on Skype and as an only man he pressed a button. After that they left the stage - three quiet samurai - each own way again: one to hitchhike colleagues to get a lift to an Irish university, another to enlighten one sceptical Slavic nation about the benefits of eco-innovation, the last just failed down at the apartment in the centre of Hungarian capital... But new sun of hope raised that morning above far Albania, and the history of Albanian science was just about to turn. They knew it for years - what does not kill them, that kills them slowly, so why bother?...well - why not?... And now I want to sleep. I am ready to sacrifice my night to Albania, but - hejj! - never my eye wrinkles!..