Most nights when I take my solo xhiro around town, I see men and women enjoying their kafe at the bar and gathering their ingredients for that night’s dinner. Some nights I go out and hear or notice that a family is no longer out, and without mention of visiting family in Italy or other common reasons for absence I begin to wonder.
This interesting piece came out a while back, photo journaling a tradition that is still quite present in Albania. With increasing international attention as a hidden paradise and a top place to visit, Albania’s unique stories and traditions have come to attention too, like this article on the sworn virgins that I’ve shown before (whenever someone comments on my “un-ladylike” behavior, I typically respond with ‘jam burrnesh’ ‘I’m a strong female, leave me alone’, which is also the word they use for the sworn virgins).
There is always a push here to be modern, but there is still a large population of Albanians that cling to the old way of life; it’s the very reason why when I walk by the “parking lot” next to the biggest store in town, there is a brand new car parked next to a buggy and donkey, and why when walking down the road I pass three communist era homes before the construction on the new skyscraper (of six floors).