Hedgehogs and news from the girls up North

When Drande let's you in she pulls you in. Energetic, that's something you can say about her. Usually I am treated like an Albanian. A seat, a coffee, a raki and a series of questions about my family, children and ancestors. This time no one is around, just her husband playing around with ...

MR PRESIDENT!

    We don't do politics. Neither do Albanians. Not officially. But when George W. Bush came over for a short visit, bars carrying his name opened all over the country. Then the phone rang and a women spoke in Albanian: "Pershendetje John, si jeni? Mire?" I don't ...

New Yorker in Paris – Abc New York

It will always be a mistery for me. Fresh, kind, relaxed, just as if on a Saturday afternoon stroll downtown. The average mind would be clouded with dark thoughts, having to spend this sunny September morning in a huge mall in the outskirts of Paris, instead of talking about the meaning of ...

A street in Paris

Her name did ring a bell. I know I'm ignorant and all, but you can't expect me to know everything can you. It was on the bus. I knew I had seen it on the bus with Giulia. Somewhere. Then we end up working together two years later. Next time round on the bus I knew what I was looking at. ...

teresa

America at last ! (part II)

continued  from America at last ! (part I) There she was, Drande with her smile and blue eyes, the questions I could never understand, and her sharp sense of humour, next to Teresa, the mother, her strong fingers always in the wool, knotting, weaving, the traditional catholic scarf covering her h ...