“-Ania! Take the picture of the mountains! -Why? These aren’t even hills! -Look higher, above the clouds!” We go to Kosovar Peje just because we were enchanted by a googled picture: the old town…
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We’re moving fast, in fluorescent vests, because it’s already dark. Occasional lightnings pierce the night skies but the thunders are well delayed, so we hope to get there dry. We finally find the right address…