Escape of Kosovars

The city looks poor.

Come on! The ego that drives the vehicle with me tells me, look at your route, all clear. Last night to get past the Railway segment, you need at least 20 minutes!

I see the ego ironically. I ask him: When you eat food, you go straight to the end of your belly, or you want food to spin around your mouth, then you go through your throat, and you feel that you slowly go off to extract the aromas and tastes from all over your body?

I didn't go out to race, but to enjoy the road!

Last night, the secondary road to the beach, the dirty road, and the whelps, beside hotels and large, noisy restaurants, looked like the dark room of a camera without a movie. Rare shadows roamed on the sidewalks, eating as a treatur's pie, bitten by hungry Tyrones.

Human foot. Winter has begun. Great winter since August here. Running Kosovars brings winter to the beach. Not just on the beach.

Hotels look like crawl rocks scattered across the beach. Darkness. They're empty!

Restaurants and cafes are closed. Potted tables. Now friends go to sleep for ten months and hope, pray in the mosque or in the church that they want to come back next year, or else you will die for bread.

Wish the sea would not come to Prizren and nature would not create sandbanks there.
I'm looking for a fish soup for dinner. Looks like it's yesterday. I ask the waitress: How few clients do you have today? That's what he says, but we were full yesterday.

You lie like hell. Good. You always have to lie to your client. Especially the Albanian. He's got his lies. You trust them.

Last night, last night, I came back here. Human foot. Some tired couples and people from southern Italy who are more noisy with their own than they order.

Eat pork now, enjoy it! The Kosovars left us this year!
Soup was early. The grapes at the selling point at Iliria were extinct yesterday for the first time. The barber had no line.

Just shave me and shave me! I told the barber that for the first time he took money that he used to kindly tell me and shamed me:
It's a crime from the bar!

Gostivar ice cream disappeared from refrigerator windows. Who eats ice cream in winter?
“I keep between mid-June and the last ten days of August. Then who comes here?

True, good, gentle, silent, poor people who live in winter and summer remain here. Months of wine, which trades do not allow the Durres municipality to do: mobile tours on the road to lure Kosovars looking for rented rooms. Parking guard for Kosovars. Waiters. You wait in the kitchen. Old clothes dealer. And it does well that it liberalizes the job market and doesn't bother the community. It's time to collect some money as an ant so we can hold our breath with bread during the winter.

We Albanians and arapines, the goalsis, the centuores, the railers, the uraniums, we work contradictions. We work when Kosovars rest. They relax when we work. They do our job paying us, we live with their money and our work. When they work in autumn, winter, spring, we sleep like a bear, or we expect prime ministers' visits from places the European integration train has left.
He left us a train here in Durres.

Where's the most train you're passing here?

I leave Vespa right on the train tracks, when I go to buy watermelons where, in turn, small Egyptians collect straw as raw materials for the umbrella sun completely absurd.
Be careful that after five hours a train passes this way, and it might be Vespa's getting in the way of”, the watermelon tells me. And laugh nice. I take the watermelon without proof that I know it doesn't lie to me. I try home. After I eat it.

Winter is here. Here the seasons are not changed according to the sun's rotation, but according to Kosovars leaving the beach. They grow by 50% unemployment in their young age on the austerity train. So says at least the urban unemployment observatory set up at King's Will over the Curillas.

Add to the tendency to steal. Urban boredom increases. Drug consumption increases among autochthons.

Even the sea feels winter. A tired sun has turned its head after a long frozen crane on a lift from the port. Red sun, red and sea.

Lone dogs roam ashore. They're also hungry. We're related to a road dog. Clandestine link. And for our own good, we keep love secret because people are ready to say, Tan Fuga handles stray dogs! But even for the good of the dog, only because jealouss can mistreat him because they see me throwing some eggs at his feet. A rival black dog was nearly torn apart because he didn't want us to treat her differently than our friend used to be.

I wonder what the dog will do after I leave the beach with Kosovars!
My dog's name is “Rosa” Here!

She doesn't answer at all when I secretly call her by that name. What the beach dogs will do now in winter. Maybe they emigrate to Tirana, too!

Kosovars picked up their belongings and left the beach on their own. They can't know what the beach is like without them. Desert. It has its beauty, of course, but it's sleepy. There's flour on shelves that no one sleeps, that sugar gets old because it doesn't serve baklava, turns old for no one to eat ice cream.

I see empty apartment balconys! Where during the summer I looked at the typeology of behavior of quiet and stable Kosovo families.

They talk a little loud, really.

Women especially because men are silent and weighty.

As fun they have white buns this morning.

Turkish coffee also wants it on the balcony.

It's for the wife, even for the husband. The man just smokes his own cigarette and thinks. It may have been the archaic legacy of this morning thinking nature.
We Albanian men don't even think in the morning. We run and whistle.
When they leave on the beach, the balcony is fixed and on the table only the husband's tobacco table is lonely and clean.

What do you think, Daddy, and your wife does the housework?

Help him or her as much as you seem to love him and carry him!

The wise men are gentle and obedient at home.

And girls, so many, so many, in cell phones.

Quiet families.

No neighboring fights like us working in summer and sleeping like a bear in winter.
Different agendas. They work when we stay handcuffed, we work when they like the world cease. How come we didn't take a step together like soldiers in a row!
We've freed you, we Macedonian Albanians have fought for you! Eagles” I see it seriously and inside I melt gas. “Don't believe if you like, but Ismaili's minister of war has been one of us, brought money, for you. Without it, it wasn't Albanian. ”

Have some coffee, buddy, drink. Don't be silly. Did you pay your taxes? ”

I've got you here, we need a residence permit, and the merchants come from Europe and stay as long as they want. We pay and tip to work!

Well, well, that's not about national history, man, it's about corruption today, why you mess up your brain. ”

He sees me with disbelief. Then you take my coffee and he says it's him.
Pillows, hungry dogs look for owners on the shore, locks on restaurant hands, sea has increased waves and puts more fur on the shore, Kosovars have left us alone.

Winter is here!