The Refugee story was, at times heartbreaking. On the one hand you had people who were leaving secure jobs in Kosovo for an uncertain further, and on the other hand, families who were living on 60 or 70 Euro a month. The common denominator among all of the people we spoke to was that they wanted to work for a better future.
As I open my suitcase, the stench of burned brown coal stings the inside of my nose, evoking good memories of a trip that was over much too soon. The glint in the eye of the many Protagonist’s open faces I stared into, stare back at me, in my mind’s eye, every time I blink. Kosovo, Europe’s youngest country, has me under her spell.
