last night at ODA theatre. for this year.

After a rough day handing out presents and some last minute late present shopping for our friends, we barely made it to the last show at ODA theater. It was my favorite pianist and saxophonist playing, while Berat painted a picture on a huge canvas and a guy recording him do that on another canvas screen. Liburn, the regular pianist, is also getting better at tweaking the synth output and playing with the tones like crazy (he did a freakish interpretation of the EU's - our adopted - anthem). But the focus was more on the painting, and Berat was good, despite the fact that he looked like he had a clock ticking somewhere - the final piece that he made looked like he was in a super hurry. It was a first for me, so it was good, although it could have (might) been better if he was not in such a rush. All credit to him and the guys that created such a wonderful atmoshere in a rather chilling place (-8degrees celsuis). My Coke did not freeze, but it stayed at the same temperature, which was pleasant to drink.

Starving, we went to this new pizza place - which is all finished in white color, and almost ate our fingers off. Such a nice place. Such a great place, that we will visit soon-soon.

I guess this is the last post for this season of goodness.
Happy New Year people. Warmth all around.

ivan moudov: wine for openings. at Stacion

Tonight we went to an exhibit at "Stacion" Center for Contemporary Art Prishtina, and it was all about wine. It was -286degrees outside, so it was good to take a break from folding presents and checking this exhibit from a young Bulgarian artist, Ivan Moudov: Wine for openings. The guy prepared the wine for this occassion himself, in Bulgaria, and then labeled the bottles and brought it here for us to taste. Thank you Ivan, kind of you. The wine was okay, you could feel the freshness in your mouth, and it did make me feel awfully weird after 2hours. Nita gave the curator of the event a gift, and he gave her a bottle of the artist's wine, which she held it in her hand all the time.

The funniest thing happened when Alban, a friend, came and told Nita to put the wine in her bag, since people started asking if they could take a bottle, like Nita did. Of course, the bottles were part of the exhibition and had to be returned, and were worth a lot of money (so we were told). Anyways, Nita kept the bottle, we drank the rest and went back to her office to join the rest in wrapping the last of the gifts for this year.

I would have to agree with Valon, a friend, that the exhibit was flat and it was not new (his words were more harsh and he did not like it at all), and it would have been nice if he could tell us stories for those bottles. Fisi was even shouting how stupid the whole idea/labeling was, and why it was so super expensive in the first place. I was told that a couple of our friends had and performed such ideas earlier on, much earlier. I felt sad for the wine, since they were served and waited to be gullped in our throats, without anything being said about them. It was not that good wine, but we drank it, a glass of it.

We then ended up talking about the lack of theatre plays in the city and how the majority of the acting scene are snobs that are good at asking the government for money.

from slovenia with salt.

This is a gift that was handed out at work. It's a pack of salt, 500gr of it. These were handed to other companies that are in the network of Telekom Slovenije. Once they handed these out, people were offended and joked around, since handing out salt at the end of the year, well, is not that welcoming around here. If it was sugar, no complaints would be made. It felt kind of weird at first, but after I read more into the letters that were attached to it, I learned that salt is actually considered lucky and vital. Which makes sense, but we're just not used to it.

I like the gift, nicely packed, and it's the best pack of salt I might receive, ever. Will use it tomorrow to make scrambled eggs and taste the salt.

Santa's little helpers

Today my stomach was fed three times, which is more than my stomach can take, and probably ate some really unhealthy food, which I did not mind. I enjoyed it a lot actually, since I had some really good and fun times with my friends at Ogilvy Kosova (nita invited me over to help her with something that they were doing). The weirdest surprise came when two of our friends went to Skopje, Macedonia, just to buy some food and then came back - outside was snowing and roads were almost frozen and dangerous to drive. Scissors cut tape and strings were tied in knots, and this is all i'll say for now, the rest I'll share when time comes - which is quite soon actually. My eyelids are fat eyelids right now, and no one's to blame. Hands are a bit shaky and my knees and neck need a good rub.

I'll keep posting on this, and keep hanging out with such nice and friendly people.
Merry belated Christmas.

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marvelous times.

I went to the youngest birthday ever. nita's sister gave birth to a wonderful child. the child has not been named yet, but i call him Jonjoni (they have another son called Jon, so it's nice to just added another "jon" to the original name). Took a lot of random photos of people and things around the room where Tringa was staying, and posted these two random ones (so glad that they did not have to use that plastic seal with rubber bands around - it looket like that), since the rest would not convey the sheer joy that was floating around each and every smile+hug, and might loose that effect.

Nita's dad has been recovering well and is feeling better, which is good and i'm happy for him and his family.

Jonjoni is a little more than 12hours old today. I guess this is the most proper time to say happy birth day to him, which I should have.