4 hours agoForeigners still enjoy beaches in Albania, while Albanians cling to...
Periskopi(9 years ago)
(9 years ago)Sunday. A autumn sun reflects on the crystal soup of Joni's waters, in a tear as real to any beach clocks as poetic as it is, to get up and meditatively. But none of this happens on a coast like that of Saranda. For Albanians, the bar, the thickest café, remains top-freference [...]
Sunday. A autumn sun reflects on the crystal soup of Joni's waters, in a tear as real to any beach clocks as poetic as it is, to get up and meditatively. But none of this happens on a coast like that of Saranda.
For Albanians, the bar, the thickest café, remains the top-frequency even when nature's generosity invites you to its wings.
On the day when summer looks like a summer full of breezes, there is no reason for the beaches to be empty, much more when the sea is at your doorstep, as well as the walker on its edge. But one of the dramas, from the Albanian multisize, can be very clearly seen in the impoverished taste of civic life.
Empty beach, crowded locals
No city resident on the beaches of Saranda, with an empty walker on its lips, where the only spirit present, at sea or on land, are foreigners, tourists, from them, and in age, enjoying something that Albanians have freely but that they do not try to enjoy, to enjoy, to give a beautiful meaning of day. That's why we're so poor among riches.
As the people say, we have not known and continued not to know the riches surrounding us.
The stranger comes and rejoices in our property, what we ignore at a formidable level of emptiness, inadequacy and misery.
Follow pictures of foreigners under the heavens of happiness, where Albanians themselves experience earthly hells. /You're asking.
