I belong to c.h.a.o.s
I belong to noisy, dusty, chaotic places. I belong to Tirana. Tirana si e dua.
Yesterday I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt I got lost in a gigantic Safeway supermarket in Boston...so many types of chips, products, I started checking yoghurt brands and lost 30 minutes of study time. For those unaware, I am moving to Boston by the end of August. Oh orderly cities, how fastly I forgot about you.
Here in Tirana the choice is much smaller, the pollution in the late hours of the day is as heavy as to make you feel being inside a bar or at home and now it is starting to get really, really warm. And I love all these adversities. Despite the fact that every single morning of my Albanian days I have been woken up by claxoning minivans. I also scream at non considerate car drivers, at drivers that block my street, the entrance to the bank, pimp-like drivers who go nowhere, just drive, windows open, listening to really loud trashy Albanian disco music and impregnating everything with a slummy Ottoman flavor.
Did you know that we do not receive post in Tirana? Most of the streets have new names, but few use them. For example, to explain where I live the description goes like this:
"In between the back part of the Pyramid and Rruga Elbasani there is one road with a restaurant at one end (the Billionaire) and a Raiffeisen bank at the other. I live in a green house with Gyrokaster-style rocky facade just besides a restaurant called, oh to make it easier...Green House!!"
Call me if you get lost!! Chaos can be fun.
Yesterday I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt I got lost in a gigantic Safeway supermarket in Boston...so many types of chips, products, I started checking yoghurt brands and lost 30 minutes of study time. For those unaware, I am moving to Boston by the end of August. Oh orderly cities, how fastly I forgot about you.
Here in Tirana the choice is much smaller, the pollution in the late hours of the day is as heavy as to make you feel being inside a bar or at home and now it is starting to get really, really warm. And I love all these adversities. Despite the fact that every single morning of my Albanian days I have been woken up by claxoning minivans. I also scream at non considerate car drivers, at drivers that block my street, the entrance to the bank, pimp-like drivers who go nowhere, just drive, windows open, listening to really loud trashy Albanian disco music and impregnating everything with a slummy Ottoman flavor.
Did you know that we do not receive post in Tirana? Most of the streets have new names, but few use them. For example, to explain where I live the description goes like this:
"In between the back part of the Pyramid and Rruga Elbasani there is one road with a restaurant at one end (the Billionaire) and a Raiffeisen bank at the other. I live in a green house with Gyrokaster-style rocky facade just besides a restaurant called, oh to make it easier...Green House!!"
Call me if you get lost!! Chaos can be fun.
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