arap moi.

If they say that we should "strive" to be a multi-ethnic society, does this coin really answer that? I mean, how much more multi-ethnic can you get than this: You live in Prishtina, Kosova, and a taxi cab driver gives you 10 Kenyan schillings by "mistake". I'm keeping this coin as a souvenir. I might think twice if there are coin collectors out there.

suckered.

can you spot the difference?

novobrd/artane ii

I took these shots today. It was sunnier, and i had a frog in my pocket.

novobrd/artane i

It's my first time that i've traveled to NovoBrdo/Artane. Can't remember the last time i left Prishtina. It felt good to see the parts of Kosova that you don't often see. I can say that it was beautiful. It was so good that i went there twice.

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jazzfest.

I just could not go to a single night of the jazz-festival. We went on the last night, when the entrance was free. Eremira did her share.

water Rugove.

Teff just handed me this bottled water that i've never seen before. It is the new type of bottled water that will hit the market very soon, and it's named after the source from where the water comes from: mountains of Rugove, in Peja, Kosova. They say that the water comes directly from the springs in those mountains, and according to my taste buds, i'd have to agree to that because the water has no funny smell. Other types of bottled water that i drank here had this smell. I know, water is not suppose to taste, but it's because of the minerals that they add that the water smells funny. Here is a taste of what will hit the markets very soon, a quick sneak peak:

you never knew.

I never thought i'd find Shyhrete Behluli at that pile of records. It is amazing on the sheer types of records that man had.

hidden treasures.

Me, nii and anita were walking toward eluise, and at this minimarket, anita spoted these vinyls:

Imagine, this guy was selling bread, butter, coke and other stuff, and there, in this cupboard he had a collection of these. It is hard to imagine how a store that you go in a buy milk, bread and the newspaper also has some music material that dates back 25 years ago. This truly is a treasure chest of old vinyls. And it was under a bread-shelve of this store selling milk and butter. The owner was a passionate fan, and that's why he collected them. If anyone's interestend, he is willing to sell them. All of them.

annonymous comments.

I have ignored it once, but i cannot continue doing that again. Some prick is sending me annonymous comments on some of my posts. The nerve of this guy sending annonymous comments! And i do not get it why this guy hates me, because i know he or she does. I mean, come on, it's just a blog. Can you judge a blog? Or why do you even try to give some comments about my subjective posts. You might not like some of them, so just close your eyes and ignore them. Or at least write in the right and proper manner and I might delete any of my posts that are deemed as offensive to someone. And yeah, please state your name the next time you make a comment. I state mine, so be fair and state yours too. Here is the comment i was given:

"Why do you ignore your own "intellectual" background, probably you still eat on the floor and ajvar is your favourite dish, and you still look at it like country food or refer to it like something old-stylish? C`mon face your reality, cheers, eat your "krelan me duça" and spice it with a little bit ajvar..."

Trying to overcome my perplexity about this comment, i do not have the slightest idea how can a picture of ajvar (which i love) attract this sort of comment? Was i trying to say that ajvar sucks and that it is a delicacy for cave-men? I am sorry but you are very mistaken to even think that way! I love ajvar, and that's why i put the picture on my blog! Anyways, i do not know why i even bother explaining the situation to that annonimous guy. But i had enough. And for your information, i have no clue what "krelan me duca" is. I'd be glad to taste it though, if you offer me some. If you want some ajvar, just tell me and i'd be pleased to give you some of the special ajvar that my grandmother makes every year.

sore-throat day

It is awfull when you wake up and find out that your throat has been invaded and is now inhabited by sting bees, who for some reason put a lot of nails down your throat. Yes, I have a sore throat. I do not know why, but I will put the blame on those Iraqi insurgents, Kim Jong-ill, Iran, the instant temperature drop by 20degrees (celsius) or smokers. I was out last night with nii and virtual-girl, and cigarette smoke & heat was killing us. So, the culprit of my sore-throat day I think is the cold&cigarette smoke. You cannot go to a decent place without having smoke fill your clothes, hair, and skin. I hate that, because I smell like a cigarette. I have some tablets and a lot of cups of tea at my premises, and I'll keep using them until those nails & bees leave my throat alone. I should also get in shape for the radioshow tonight. Leutrim, a great friend of mine, will be my guest.

Shoemakers make shoes. Does the snowmaker make snow?And who is the snowmaker anyway?

shiver/snowedge.

It's official. The first snowflakes have finally arrived in Prishtina. As soon as you put your foot outside of the office building, cafe, your car, or your house, your face will be frozen: rock+solid. I don't mind. I like snow+cold. You get the feeling that you are on top of some mountains, battling all the mother nature's fierce elements, and you are about to descend. People scramble in the streets to get to their homes. It has not snowed that much, and much of it has dried up. Let there be more snow on our streets to: cover our trash and give us a bright sight.

If the mailman deliveres mail, does the snowman deliver snow?