hmm
Yet again, another post, overdue.
I did not come into the office at all on Sunday, for the first time in quite a while, opting instead to take a break from anything even remotely work-related. And that, for me, includes computers, email, and this. The mental break was much appreciated, especially since I didn't really enjoy the May Day long-week as such. But even my poor forsaken mother had to make do on Mother's Day without me. Tragic, no?
I did, however, have a really good time on Sunday, driving with friends up to Brezovica, where I went 'snowboarding' not too long ago. While we did make the requisite scenic stop at the peak to check out the snow (complete with mock snowball fight), we mostly enjoyed a relaxing stroll through sunny, green meadows full of spring flowers. On our walk, we also ventured through a small Serbian village, with humble farms of chickens, goats, sheep, and even pigs - a rarity considering that the majority Albanian population is Muslim. Alcohol is everywhere (amongst other probably religiously-taboo materials), so the complete absence of pork products in most of Kosova seems to be the only obvious religious legacy. Well, that, and the calls to prayer that are blasted out of the Mosque loudspeakers several times a day... but these sounds just add to the city's atmosphere, like subtle background noise.
In other news from this week, the Serbian company for the UN Memory Project play, which has been titled "The Longest Winter," premièred on Friday evening. Although the show was low-key and took place in a cold, dilapidated, old Cultural Hall in the near-by Serbian village of Gracanica, watching the Albanian cast members (who were in attendance) give a standing ovation to their Serbian counterparts was wonderful. Now we just have to see what kind of reaction we will receive from younger audiences when the shows start touring to schools. The Albanian company, hopefully, will begin this week, so I will keep you posted.
Lastly, though perhaps the most exciting - if only slightly bizarre - thing to happen this week, was my watching Ani Difranco on TV. There she was, in typical Ani fashion, singing another new anti-establishment song on CNN. I couldn't believe that I was sitting in my quaint apartment in Pristina, watching her on Conan O’Brien. Some things will never seem to belong.
Speaking of which, it's a photo for you of our little Ultimate field.
p.s. It's amazing what can happen when you ask. Thanks for the comments :-)
I did not come into the office at all on Sunday, for the first time in quite a while, opting instead to take a break from anything even remotely work-related. And that, for me, includes computers, email, and this. The mental break was much appreciated, especially since I didn't really enjoy the May Day long-week as such. But even my poor forsaken mother had to make do on Mother's Day without me. Tragic, no?
I did, however, have a really good time on Sunday, driving with friends up to Brezovica, where I went 'snowboarding' not too long ago. While we did make the requisite scenic stop at the peak to check out the snow (complete with mock snowball fight), we mostly enjoyed a relaxing stroll through sunny, green meadows full of spring flowers. On our walk, we also ventured through a small Serbian village, with humble farms of chickens, goats, sheep, and even pigs - a rarity considering that the majority Albanian population is Muslim. Alcohol is everywhere (amongst other probably religiously-taboo materials), so the complete absence of pork products in most of Kosova seems to be the only obvious religious legacy. Well, that, and the calls to prayer that are blasted out of the Mosque loudspeakers several times a day... but these sounds just add to the city's atmosphere, like subtle background noise.
In other news from this week, the Serbian company for the UN Memory Project play, which has been titled "The Longest Winter," premièred on Friday evening. Although the show was low-key and took place in a cold, dilapidated, old Cultural Hall in the near-by Serbian village of Gracanica, watching the Albanian cast members (who were in attendance) give a standing ovation to their Serbian counterparts was wonderful. Now we just have to see what kind of reaction we will receive from younger audiences when the shows start touring to schools. The Albanian company, hopefully, will begin this week, so I will keep you posted.
Lastly, though perhaps the most exciting - if only slightly bizarre - thing to happen this week, was my watching Ani Difranco on TV. There she was, in typical Ani fashion, singing another new anti-establishment song on CNN. I couldn't believe that I was sitting in my quaint apartment in Pristina, watching her on Conan O’Brien. Some things will never seem to belong.
Speaking of which, it's a photo for you of our little Ultimate field.
p.s. It's amazing what can happen when you ask. Thanks for the comments :-)
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