North Mitrovica
The Professor is “that kind of professor”, an albanian sixty something little man formerly engineering professor who studied in the uk, before opening the cheapest place to stay in Pristina. Or so the legend goes. David had called him even before we left Paris and we had been glad to find a hostel ten minutes away from the center of the city, with 24 hours internet access, a kitchen and rooms we’d pay 8? each. but the Professor is “that kind of professor”, a greedy clever old man who’s made his business out of never giving the same price twice. as for the internet access and the kitchen, well, with one computer for fourty guests and a couple of coffee cups duelling in a filthy cupboard, we feel a little cheated. however, the Professor makes a very long point in showing us the cable TV. “you rhave all the channels rhere”, he says slowly, rolling the Rs in a low and hoarse voice while turning the tv on, as we long for privacy and rest, “more zan a rhundred channels, rhere, look”. and he begins to show them all, one by one. what the Professor doesn’t say is that in case of a power cut, not only will the tv not work, but so won’t the hot water or the electric plugs. the only thing that works is a small lamp which hardwire disappears through the wall, but only after an adhesive tape made connection that we won’t dare to even look at, from fear of being electrocuted.
all in all, the guest house is quite terrible, but even though the linen are overused and the view is a beautiful pile of red bricks, after a few nights, it kind of feels like home.
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the sound of Pristina is a hum. it isn’t traffic, cars, music or sirens. it’s the hum of the generators buzzing during every power cut. suddenly, the bar you’re having a beer in gets dark and the hum starts. a dimmer light replaces the bright neons you were used to and life goes on in the city. on the first days, we take pictures of the generators in front of every shop, every bar or restaurant, but after a while, it isn’t a surprising sight anymore.
in our guest house, on the table near the tv, there are an ashtray and an used candle.
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