For a Kosovar, traveling to Belgrade is a challenge in more than one way. The trip from Prishtina to the capital of Serbia is both thrilling and very “balkanski”, as we use to say when describing anything that fits the Balkan category.
It is now up to the Peace Implementation Council, at its next meeting at the end of March, to confirm Inzko's appointment, but at the moment that seems as a mere technicality.
Being a small and very new country, Kosovo has no superheroes as yet. Although many people think we need some, our law enforcement forces don’t enjoy any kind of supernatural help. We don’t see flying heroes catching the bad guys and saving the world from the forces of evil.
The beautiful lady Macedonia had the same misfortune when she was stood up by her older lover Nathan. Last April the coward left her waiting in front of the church altar. He simply did not show up, he did not have the guts to leave his old wife Athena for a 18 year old girl who naively loved him.
(Before you start to read, I want to emphasise that this text does not present any serious opinion, it is not based on any facts or any intelligent research conducted on a significant group. On the contrary, it is and can not be understood as anything less than silly blabbering occurring as a reflection to many messages wishing me a very happy International Women’s Day – a few days ago. This is my reply… )
I don’t want to go through yet another war... Thank you, very much, I think I had my share of that s**t (excuse my French) in my lifetime.
It appeared to be almost a done deal, and the only remaining questions were around technicalities – how and when that would be done.
According to Kosovo’s constitution, the government should be responsible to parliament. But is that the case? I don’t think so. The last time I saw Prime Minister Hashim Thaci being questioned by the MPs, it looked more like a word association game – a senseless one, however.
He huddled and cowered from me in fear. I was shocked and offended for my people. I replied, “And where are you from, sir?” “Pakistan,” he replied.
People in the Balkans always seemed prone to conspiracy theories, probably because of all those “historic events” and “global power plays” which in the past centuries played out and marched through this region, leaving nothing but death and misery behind.
This past year will never come again. I can see the point of some who boast about having built more schools and roads than ever before and, most importantly of all, of having successfully navigated a tricky year without seeing any violent incidents against the Serbs in Kosovo. But I can't help thinking about the missed opportunities and about how we never talk about them.
The world has been living in that illusion long enough, deceiving itself that it can always get what its want for the money. People can, but only rarely. When they want a service from me, or when I am expected to provide a service to someone, I am the one that sets the price – usually a higher rate than the official one.
Many people wish that there would be electricity all day long. Plenty wish they had jobs. Some wish for better education for their children or a functional healthcare system. Somebody wishes for a better government and an end to corrupt institutions. r.
I recently came across an essay by Margaret Atwood, The Female Body, which presents an interesting description of how a woman might feel about her body, its physique and utility.
I once wanted to be a great actress; I even had the potential to be one. But, I was very young and it was easy for my parents and my headmaster to deceive me, telling me that actors do not have a prosperous life; I would be much better off doing something “normal”.
Donors spent hundreds of thousands of euro building a new museum in Gjirokastra - but the results were questionable and it ultimately closed over an ideological dispute.