14th May 2015 – Pristina, Kosovo
I went to see Nene Tereza, but ended up
With an overdose of good old American ways.
On one end of the cathedral, lay George Bush,
And the other, Bill Clinton. Heaps of praise.
I took a walk through the length and breadth of Pristina today. And it reminded me so much of Tirana.
Albanian can be heard everywhere, and there is no mistaking the vibe of the city. Cafes sprung up in every nook and corner, serving some of the best Makiatos in the Balkans. It was an islamic country alright, but the hue of islam here is not as conservative as you may imagine. Pretty girls walked around with shorts or torn-jeans (that seems to be the fad here!) while guys sported tattoos and piercings.
It is surprising how such a new country, which was ravaged by war until few years ago, can smile and walk around with a spring in their steps. Kosovars are resilient, and they flaunt it to the face of anybody who walks past them.
(Note: Calling Kosovo a country is only to make documentation easier on my blog. I am not endorsing the right of Kosovo as an independent nation, and neither am I against it. I do not take any sides. I am just a guy who is not home)
I walked all the way till the Cathedral of Mother Teresa, or the Katedralja Nena Tereza. And met a local girl who was also busy taking pictures like me. I asked her about the Kosovan fascination with America. She refused. Vehemently, at that. Said there was no proof about Kosovan fascination with America.
What was funny was that we were having that conversation at a road called Xhorxh Bush, and facing another road called Blvd Bill Klinton.
I didn’t push the topic further.