The war was finally over.
Lavin had been waiting for this day for a long time, but when it finally arrived, he wasn't as excited as he'd imagined he would be.
Instead, he just felt a bit dazed.
And weary.
For the past month, he had been in the refugee camp established by Zog, responsible for distributing supplies and putting on performances.
Putting on performances for people who had just fled the fires of war, their nerves still rattled.
It sounded a bit absurd, as if he were just causing trouble in the refugee camp.
But in truth, his performances were very popular with the people here. The more difficult the times, the more people needed something to lift their spirits.
And performing was exactly what he was good at.
During this time, Lavin had also written quite a few short play scripts based on events that had occurred in the refugee camp.
Although these scripts received excellent reviews after being performed in the camp, he himself wasn't very satisfied.
