It occurs to me, in the light of day and with the noise of the city below me, that I my have been a little negative in my last blog. What can I say, when an extrovert is cooped up in an apartment all day, alone, because of dismal weather – negative is what you get. In combination with the history of the region (which I am currently reading and is quite horrific), my statements came out a little melodramatic.

Let me elaborate a bit and perhaps I can better explain. This is a major city and, like so many New Yorkers, the people of Pristina go about their daily business with very little distraction. This of course is aside from the numerous coffee breaks (taken both at home and in cafés). It is not to say that poverty is not a problem and people are not traumatized by the war – but more that people LIVE above the problems facing Kosova.

Pristina is full of vital citizens who are active in their government, their extended families and the world at large. There is a dark history here; that is more than apparent. But more importantly, there is hope for a bright future.

More on KWN, later. For now, I think I will venture out (on this sunny but still cool day) to find a kebab.