I need to make a premise: don’t hate me!
After the nice landscapes, the beach, the sea and nature of Nea Kallikrateia Coast, you light ask why the hell am I doing a post on the thousands dangerous wires hanging from the buildings of Pristina…
First of all because I live here!
Second, unbelievable but true, I find them extremely fascinating!
They tells me stories… stories of poor people, contorted ones, intertwined, just like the wires themselves.
After one month I still cannot tell you what I think about this place. It is so difficult to define.
I see its contradictions but somehow I am fascinated by them.
It is so different from the European countries where I used to live and somehow I am enjoying this change!
But the wires, seriously, I am addicted to them! Gisella makes fun of me because of this unusual passion.
Get accustomed to them! I might post more😂