Kosovo Stories

A story of one day I spent in Pristina, Kosovo. I met an inspiring young woman who took me on tour around the city in which she was born. Also a driver behind the burgeoning feminist movement. This in a city recovering from a bloody war, in the not too distant past.

Serbia will explain he is relationships with others.Dont take this like my opinion of other countries.

Serbia and albania get very naughty in public

Leaving behind her hometown in Kosovo,along with her grandparents and horse, Amadeus. Adora, as well as her family, find refuge behind the borders of the UK. Will Adora adapt to her new environment? A fall would come? Or maybe...a new star will be born?

Kosovo is being shared between the two, Serbia and Albania. Would Kosovo revolt or stay like that? Read to find out!

Albania and Serbia share Kosovo, this takes place in the 1900s.

Dermal gjithashtu është treguar se vepron si një agjent rivendosës për muskujt dhe indet tona.

This is a book written by fiction.

Förklaringen till varför Kosovo alltid kommer att tillhöra Serbien Denna bok försöker inte att kritisera andra folkgrupper eller albaner.

Lorena..vajza e gjore e varfer e naive! Do ti duhet te perballet me sfidat me te medha qe jeta me kalimin e kohes do t ja dhuroj!! Megjithate ajo kupton se edhe per dhimbjen egziston muzike,gjithqka eshte thjesht nje MELODI!

The story of an inspiring young women I spent the day with in Pristina. She was embracing individuality and feminism, in a country coming to grips with its recent tragic history. Also influencing other young people to break the mould and be themselves. She had done amazing things in her 19 years.

It's a book where i describe my story for my school

Lol this is a book for the Balkans- People outside of the Balkans Group can read this too

Kosovo leid und das verlangen an freiheit

[..] "Filthy whore, if I tell you to look at me then you're ought to obey me. Did you understand that or do I have to translate it in that stupid language of yours?" I wanna do something to help her but if I make one noise or move even a little bit, I will endanger everyones life in here. I feel so terrible having to watch these men treat her like scum. I notice her glimpsing at me, her eyes are begging for help. "You!" The soldier looks at me. "What is this game you're playing, huh? Do you want to taste this metal instead of her? Then just beg me for it." "We might as well have a whole feast tonight, the more the merrier.", says another one of them, leaning against the door. Devilish laughter fills the cold room as their leader steps in [..]

Kosovë, Pranverë e 1998-tës. Pranverë, mirëpo natë e ftohtë dhe ndoshta nata më e gjatë e jetës time, mendoja se ora kishte ndaluar dhe ndoshta dielli kishte harruar të ndriçonte. Një krismë e madhe më zgjoi nga gjumi më i mirë, ma ndali edhe ëndrrën. U zgjova dhe po ecja nëpër koridorin e ngushtë të shtëpisë që qonte drejtë e te shkallët, sa ecja shihja pika gjaku nëpër dysheme dhe qime flokësh. Zbrita dy shkallë dhe u ula që të mund të shoh, sepse dëgjoheshin britma, pashë teksa disa njerëz i zvarritnin nënën time dhe motrën time drejtë derës, teksa dy te tjerë mbanin me armë në kokë babanë dhe vëllain tim të madh.