tonight we

I always knew our friend Ron had street-cred (can't remember where i found this image). He's from the streets.

fiken-chingers are good finger food

Did not eat most of the day, in anticipation that my stomach will be filled with finger-food and cold-drinks at Tirona tavern. The waiter wes drunk as usual and no matter how hard Drindi tried to ask for a beer, he just did not give a damn.
Eventually he would bring the beer and be more attentive. I did not get it why so little food was there to devour, I mean, people initially declined to eat anything, but when we ordered, they started finger-licking eating.

I saw people snapping digital-cameras on top of tables but seems that those were close-ups and were not for sharing, most probably - received none so far. Hope my camera was alive to see all of this, and make the blog come to life.
It was very humid and I did not want to go to a place called Flirt. I'm still hungry as I just think about that night.

Tonight's home-night, as the weather is rainny and my bones are achy. Ratatat!

75cent soap cream is a fake hand-wash

prior to anything, we got some movies for tomorrow - one of which was an awful recommendation. tonight we were too big of a group to fit anywhere, let alone a small cafe. ron was good enough so he bought us a bag of peanuts. narta was taking photos, so i guess i might put photos at some point, but right now, my camera is broke and i like to keep it that way. we drank up at tingle and small chit-chat was there. beer seems to be our friend. stories were told about our newzealender/kiwi friends, one of which resembled joscef (a smoking-drinking version). after that, all of us - i'll name us (nita, drindi, ron, schatz, narta, milot, narta's brother, alban muja, milot's sister... ) - went to a cafe called

traffic
great small place, at a corner, at a quiet neighborhood. let's you play your own play-list - if you know the guys that run the place of course. beer and raki could be favorite companions, along with The Cure or any other band that's playing. I felt really sad because i was reminded of a great friend that passed away, but was happy for what was left. After being tipped off by Rina that akbar is a no-show because only the DJ was the one playing, and no ears were there to listen to its beats. personally, it's my favorite part of a party - dancing to the beats, real close and chatting to the one playing. anyways, we then moved our feet to

johny's
small place, isolated from the mainstream and small cafes. it is way-off the radar of your regular places, and it's like you are teleported back in time to get the boogy on. the owners are super nice people, and one of them touched my cheeck when i paid the bill - sweet. And he talked to Ron - Hi, my name is Ron, and I'm an alcoholic - about the speed at whichi he was throwing down hard raki at his throat and stomach. they were being careful that not too much raki was going down our throats. it was like being looked after a really nice person - not an annoying one.

departed after that with nita. there were some old friend that i shook the glasses with, but nothing more than that. we're a crazy lovable bunch that i'm glad to be part of.

it started.

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summer season has landed and it's hot hot. last night was a long one, with me, nita, drindi, and alban muja heading off to tingell-tangell, te shoki/martini, and ending up at spray / places that we will regularly visit for the whole summer season. purple is the color of this season's blog writings.

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last night was weird /
we met two newzealanders, nick and (could not catch the other's name). They traveled all around Europe going thru festivals, went to Kotor (Montenegro), met some kosovars, slept on a four-star parking lot and then headed back to Kosova. They could not go to the EXIT Festival because the Serbian border police denied the entry (so stupid!) because they had Kosovar stamps on their passports. Anyways, they were glad of staying in Prishtina for the night.
We met Bardhi and Joe at the same exact spot - last summer, and now we hung out with two new-zelanders - one that terribly resembled Joescef Castor. It was surreal! we talked about peanuts, rugby and their adventures.

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Dave Mothersole was a good-hear (he was wearing a "The Clash" super-fit t-shirt). the 3 eur heineken at spray was not cool, and it did not even taste good. Just after we left, we saw police cars enter the club. Drin (who stayed 10min longer) said that the police ordered that the voice is "lowered". it was 4.12a.m when we left.

it's like 2007 all over again

but without Bardhi and Joscef, which is sad sad. Drini is here after he was bored from the baking Croatian sun, which left him all brown. Ron finally joined us. Milot's insights are amazing. (and the name-mentioning stops here). we hang out during the winter and autumn and all, but summer and the whole people-visiting-Kosova makes me think that we're seasonal: summer is the heaviest with visitors and it's then when the going-out events suddenly quadruple.

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