Once again, it is the time that i embark on my frivulous journeys in Kosova. I somehow feel a bit of pride because i've been to so many places that i never knew existed, places that were so sharply contrasted with Prishtina, that you thought you were actually traveling to some other place. I was in Gurrakoc this time round, because we are with a local chips producing company "LuKo Chips" (would advise you to try one, but at your own risk). First, Gurrakoc is a village on the road from Peja to Istog. Second, it is like any other village: poor, almost no infrastructure and the locals can barely survive. Still, the more you see these things, the better picture you can build of what is the real situation of the place you are living in. Sure, the government comes up with all these figures of economic development, but when you see how are things on the ground, the "economic development" sort of dissapears from your mind. Gurrakoc the Great, a small village where a struggling patato chips producer from Switzerland is located. LukoChips gave us a basket of chips. That's something.
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