I looked at a slew of apartments on Wednesday. When I walked into Fatmira’s place, I felt a click. She’s vital and dramatic. Basically, I fell in love with her and rented her apartment. She doesn’t speak English, and yet somehow we understand each other. I learned that she’s descended from aristocracy. Yes, my landlady is an Albanian Catholic aristocrat. Wonderful, isn’t it? She’s already told me that I’m her Kosova mother. Does that mean I’m also aristocratic?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I looked at a slew of apartments on Wednesday. When I walked into Fatmira’s place, I felt a click. She’s vital and dramatic. Basically, I fell in love with her and rented her apartment. She doesn’t speak English, and yet somehow we understand each other. I learned that she’s descended from aristocracy. Yes, my landlady is an Albanian Catholic aristocrat. Wonderful, isn’t it? She’s already told me that I’m her Kosova mother. Does that mean I’m also aristocratic?
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We always knew you were aristocratic.
Welcome to the world of blogging. It's fun, no? I'm done teaching for the week. It's a lot of work, but fun so far.
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