Step by step, no understep…

Have you ever feel this difficulty to talk after coming back from a much rich experience? Have you ever feel alone with all your memories but no precise words enough to tell them? Can you imagine us, sitting in a cafe in France, talking about our trip and suddenly here comes the part about our second step in Kosovo. The voices are missing…

Such an explosive stay that we had in Korenica, a small village near the western border with Albania and Montenegro. A few houses spreaded on a hill, a school and its yard in a middle. We have been hosted by a farmer family who privided us everything, even if they didn’t have much to give. Moments of joy, moments of tears, moments of tension and moments of relief… The smiles, the misunderstandings but still the smiles, the first drinks offered, the first day, quiet and simple, the sun, hurting the day, the night, appearing fresher, the beds, real ones for once, the schoolyard with kids, the juggling balls and the smiles, again, their faces, obviously happy, just enjoying, later the fire performance, in a total darkness, the people shouting, calling our names, calling for more, surprised, impressed, “It was the first time we had something like this in our village!”, just thanksful people…

Then, on the road again to Albania. Hitchhiking, by combi, by boat, again by combi with a thousand people together with us, crossing a huge mountainious landscape, driving on a track more than on a road for hours, we finally arrived in Shkoder, Nothern Albania.

To be continued…