Peja

This is a real time post.

The beer box in the picture is produced here and is named upon the city. It is very known here in Kosovo

I have ended up in Peja and it was not scheduled at all.

Where it says “home” is my current location, Pristina

A friend of a friend drove me here and I almost wanted to get back 5 minutes after I had arrived.

She stopped for two hitchhikers on the road, we had some nice conversation in the car, and then every one has taken different roads.

I had wandered for a while why all of my colleagues told me good things about this place.

I was pretty disappointed ’cause I expected some nice mountain village with sheeps and flowers.

Of course, in comparison to Pristina the air here was much more breathable!

Then at 2 PM we met again and she took me to a typical restaurant in the mountains… and there my perspective changed (a post will follow).

Yes, the two pictures here below counts as positive aspects!!! 🤣

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And here is the reason why I wanted to leave:

Most of the city is like this.

Abandoned.

Just like the injured stray dogs that I met and whose vision still haunts me.

But the indifference of people towards so much pain and sufference is something that hurts the most.