went to Kosovo and then wrote thesis about it.......... with which I struggled a lot.

But oh, the landscapes are so breathtaking. But the modern architecture is bit on the ugly side. Peacekeepers are hot (I remember walking into some railing when I was checking a carfull of KFORs. Bruised my leg badly....). Bough pair of silver earings, handmade....... I consider them my lucky earings. Had a ghosts in my hostel. Spend lot of time people watching and wondering whom of them is a former UCK fighter. That guy from kebab place with scar on his face? (I hope it's not from teasing a cat as a child or drunked accident). That illegal taxi driver who drove as if he was suicidal? The professor who owned the guest house and when I asked for typical Kosovar food, he sent me to a burger place.... and claimed there is two direction in Pristhinë... up and down... The silver jewelry makers who let me try working with silver and said I am good at it? Still, just hearing the name of the country causes me strange pain. Was intense.