Kosovo

Things are complicated in Kosovo. Only 115 out of 193 UN states recognize the small country as an independent state. Until the 1990s, it belonged to Yugoslavia, then to the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, before freeing itself from Serbia in 2008. The vast majority of the Kosovar population is Albanian. For this reason, there are repeated discussions about Kosovo joining Albania to form a “Greater Albania”. Only the north of Kosovo is inhabited by Serbs. The borderline between the two ethnic groups runs along the river Ibar through the town of Mitrovica. Violent clashes occur here time and again. Other ethnic groups also inhabit the multi-ethnic state of Kosovo: Bosniaks, Croats and Turks.

Youth and Sports Center in Pristina

From Montenegro, we cross the Prokletije – the northern Albanian Alps – to the Kosovan border crossing. It’s not very busy and the customs officer greets us with a smile. He leads us into a small office where we have to quickly sign up for car insurance, then he releases us into his Kosovan homeland.

We take a lunch break in Peja. Many cars, simple houses and an empty pedestrian zone characterize the cityscape. In the evening, when the heat of the day has subsided, people will come out of their homes and fill the cafés. Refreshed, we drive on to the Mirusha waterfalls to the east of Peja. A rough gravel road leads steeply downhill into a valley to a parking lot full of cars. Directly behind it, a mighty waterfall pours into a small lake. Families with children swim happily in the cooling water. We follow a short via ferrata up to several levels, from where we enjoy a magnificent view. As the afternoon turns golden, we return to the car.

Walking Street in Peja

The mood of the country is crystallized in Pristina. It oscillates on a continuum between awakening and demolition. The cityscape is strongly characterized by Jugoslavian-socialist architecture. Many corners and alleyways seem abandoned or even run-down. But in between them, symbols of a new beginning stand out again and again, symbols of a self-confident population that does not feel it is part of Serbia, but sees its future in joining Albania.

The Albanian national hero Skanderberg adorns the square in front of the National Theater. The letters NEWBORN stand as an art installation in ever-changing colors in front of the sports center. A main street is named after George W. Bush, a boulevard after Bill Clinton. The former American presidents are revered here because they pushed for NATO to intervene in Kosovo and thus prevented genocide against the Albanians. The city is searching for itself between Islam and Christianity, tradition and modernity, identity and rapprochement with Albania. Everything seems possible, everything could be promising – only the way back is not an option.

National Library Pristina
NEWBORN Pristina
Youth and Sports Center in Pristina
Youth and Sports Center in Pristina
Youth and Sports Center in Pristina

The streets are full of sunburnt and smiling people. The summer is hot, water fountains cool you down. The bars are filled with families and teenagers. Colorful life wherever we look. The smoke from water pipes and barbecues hangs in the air, colorful umbrellas hang above the heads of passers-by between the trees.

Teatri Kombëtar in Pristina
Bulevardi Nënë Tereza in Pristina
Sheshi Skënderbeu

Away from the city in a meadow somewhere in the west of Kosovo. We have left the cities behind us and set up camp for the night. A nearby village offers us some shelter. In the late afternoon, two curious men come by, inspect us and our car with roof tent. They nod, we raise our hand in greeting – and they are gone again.

The peaks of the Albanian Alps rise on the horizon. The sun sinks lower and lower, the evening light becomes softer. First it shimmers golden, then orange, then blue. The cloudless sky is a sea of flames. The last rays of light on this hot August day are caught in the branches of a gnarled tree. The air is dusty, it hasn’t rained for weeks. Sweat on our skin – the night stays warm. With the darkness come the stars. Trillions of tiny dots, the light of ancient times from celestial bodies that may have recently burned up in a supernova.

Wildcamping in Kosovo
Wildcamping in Kosovo
Wildcamping in Kosovo

Our last stop in Kosovo is Prizren. As inconspicuous as the city may seem today, it has been important over the centuries. Once considered the center of Serbian Orthodox Christianity, it was joined by Islam with the expansion of the Ottoman Empire. Prizren was and still is an important hub for trade and the meeting of the Occident and Orient.

The Serbian Orthodox church Bogorodica Ljeviška – at times used as a mosque – is fenced in with barbed wire. In the past, hatred of Serbian rule was also unleashed here. We cross the dried-up river over an old stone bridge. The Sinan Pasha Mosque dominates the district. Past it, a steep road leads us up to a medieval Serbian fortress. The area is vast, and apart from the thick fortress walls, hardly anything remains. But the view over Prizren is wonderful. Gentle mountain ranges frame the town. The red roofs of the houses lie before us, churches and mosques stand close together.

Sinan-Pascha-Moschee in Prizren
Church in Prizren
Church in Prizren
View on Prizren

Shortly afterwards, we leave Kosovo in the direction of Morine. The sun beats down on us and the country becomes flatter the further south we go. The landscapes of Kosovo are hilly and dry. Barren scrubland, rough rock. The towns are not particularly pretty and you might ask yourself how this small country can be so embattled. The answer lies buried somewhere under history, ancestry and nationalism, belonging and folk heroism, a vague idea of unity and a shaky vision of the future. Kosovo is a melting pot, a country torn apart. But its people are full of confidence.

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