Call it "Ferizeye."
Main street.
Public library—and one of the oldest buildings in town. It was erected pre-1914 by the Turks as the city hall.
Railway tracks, with plenty of memories for local Albanians, who remember having to flee only a few years ago from here to Macedonia.
Revenge: a Serb home.
More.
More.
Juxtaposition of church and mosque—the first deserted, the second serving a population that wears Islam lightly.
The apartments look modern, but they lack central heating. Hence the wood pile, which keeps one room in each apartment marginally warm.
Merchants find ways around insecure power supplies.
They borrow international brands.
Where are thee lawyers from the Golden Arches?
The merchant says he hopes that Kosovo will join the United States.
Elementary school.
Classroom.
Bare bones.
