Fifteen years ago I strung together a handful of assignments for relief organizations and newspapers and got myself to the border between Kosovo and Albania just as the Serbian ethnic cleansing of Kosovo got underway and the first refugees started arriving. The desolate town of Kukes in Northern Albania was a sad, lawless place for…
Tag: water
It’s weird — even with the (smaller) wet season well underway here (viz. this sort of nonsense every afternoon), it’s still the fine red clay dust that dominates. It’s everywhere, in everything, on everything. Every self-respecting store in town starts the day by methodically wiping down the shelves, every can of beans, every bag of rice,…
