How did Bish and Nemuna get their name?

Bars and Nemuna, or Albanian Alps, are the most popular natural beauty of tourists, not only for Albanians but also foreigners, but outside their majesty, there is a sad legend of a mother with her two children, writes Metro newspaper. The Nemuna Bees bring stories of no one, of this [...]
Bars and Nemuna bring unfinished stories from no one, this mother and children whose Turks killed her husband.
Legend has it that a mother with two children took the way to the Bedkes above the Dukagjin Rarap. With her children by hand, she did not remember other things, for time did not wait because enemy soldiers could capture them.
Feared by the pursuers and grieving over the murder of the man, the woman and two children, who were now orphaned, turned her attention from the village, where she saw her house burning with flames.
Grieving, she caught sight of a lack of water. The longer he walked, the more the mountains were exalted, the more he tried to avoid the sun, the fiery mass became more ruthless, frying, and burning as sac, but they walked and walked farther away from Turkish soldiers.
The July sun kept beating, thirst had made them miserable as mothers and children. The water lines at this time, on both sides above the Drini source, dry up and the snow that once stood until the end of August, for example, on the day of July when the widow's children needed it, had melted in the darkest valleys.
“Nan, du water”, was more persistent for the young boy because the hunger was forgotten by the larger heat and fatigue.
But there was water everywhere. "Nah," he said. Nowhere was a drop of water known to the pertafrost's lips. The confused mother tried to comfort her little one with words, but the older man was silent, although the burning of his lips became a palm of his lips, says legend.
Now we look like water, the light of my eyes, a little bit more. White stones are not far from”, trying to encourage the mother burned with the heat of grief. White stones passed by, but the water did not flow, and went up the dry mountain.
The flocks of sheep and shepherds had disappeared as if tow had eaten or eaten by a wolf, and no bell echoed throughout all the Nelta Bees, as they once were called. There was no living man on the surface of the earth.
The children were tired, their lips burned, their forces exhausted, and they could not speak from thirst and fatigue, so they began to squirm and talk indiscriminately. Mother was captured by the climax of despair
Tears did not run through her lips, she watched her children die before her eyes. But before the kids were in agony, before the calamity happened, that commodity. It ran into the heat of anger: Hey, mountains, never water! Fire's out! It's sold out.
And there was ice on the ground on the kids who were going through the last moments of agony.
Legend does not say what became the mother of two children. It does not say whether he died or escaped his miracle, but the legend goes on as if the sky was pitied with the calamities of agony. The sun hid behind the clouds, which began to cry with rage, pouring a torrential rain that flooded the mountains.
Others still refer to legend as saying that the mother's curse caught all the mountains above Dukagjin on both sides of the White Drini. The Moors of Namuna were burned by the curse fire, clouded sometimes in clear skies, burning forests.
Stone on stone is not left, legend says. Anxiety grips you when you see thousands of acres burned, sides of a rising mountain, scars glistening in the sun.
The curse follows these mountains today, fires are repeated every year, at the same time, on the same mother's journey - as often as thin vegetation and shoots start to blaze, a lightning strikes and burns the roots of firs and dentures.
According to this legend, when the Serbian Army, after being defeated by Rugova's mountainmen of Dukagjin men, climbing the Bjeshks, the ruthless Sun finally shattered them.
The victorious Serbian army, which had caught the blood of the innocent, dropped marauders on the stake. Their legend, invented by military chroniclers, says their general said: “be cursed! ” (prokleta da as). In their language “Prokletije”, means the damned “”.
Over fifty years of maps marked both appointments. The Albanian Alps, dubbed Bjeshks and Nemuna, are the continuation of the Dinar Mountains stretching north of Albania, west of Kosovo and southeastern Montenegro.












