Tirana, an endless winter story

Tirana has always been a town of crows! The spirit capital of every Albanian who grew up with the ancestors' dying wish to break it only once, the first time! An enormous sight in the burning memory of those who lived far away! Tirana was and remains the faithful nest of the book in Albania and the common con of knowledge! In fact, this river town, in memory of the Khyrbets, was drawn as the first and grand hope for the next day, of a unfortunate people over decades of history! So, would you mind, Tirana was also the city of the poor players for a lighter and more worthy weather!

In addition to spring dessert, autumn breeze, and sour ice cream, Tirana today has tʹental trees, colorful leaves and leaves. And there's the boulevard where it's running freely, and it's ignored to count the stray measures! There are locals where they are magnificently cooked, and the best coffees in the Balkans! The Tyrane has three-way tricks, pies, butter, summer rubers and fish!

It's got toybags and alleys paved with new old books! There are theaters, theaters and squares! Tirana of the modest Albanian, hides it in a desperate spot, from which life and humanity start the market!

Tirana is my target!

When I shine through Tirana's streets, I get excited to pick up some unwritten brandy. Tirana is a mysterious corner, to get drunk with courage! A story never-ending, winter, to trouble the soul through Sky's balloons and the impregnable actions of a society, bad!

Tirana is also a melody to gratify the courtyard with desire, hope and impossible! A thrill of beauty. There I meet people on unscathed horizons; people on a journey of knowledge; young boys and young boys! But I'm angry at what the eyes look at when they meet each other that it's a threat to them, and I'm angry to see young people get disappointed and digested away, because for them, Tirana is in a nightmare. However, for a normal Albanian, this town with little work could have been quiet!