By Agim Xhafka
I had planned to have lunch in Borova today since yesterday. I saw on Facebook that there were agrotourism-type restaurants around there. I hopped in the Jeep and it wasn't even 35 minutes from my Korça to there. But I stayed in Borova. I didn't see any restaurants anywhere.
"Let's ask someone here in the village," I told the woman.
I got out of the car and knocked on the first door. No one opened it. I continued to the second, third, fourth…
"There's a car up there, let's go ask," said the sister.
We climbed up, approached the car, and there was no one there.
"Let's go down the road, we're going to see someone," the woman said.
I walked and walked and walked and saw the sign announcing, Borova is over. But I didn't stop. I sped towards Leskovik. No one was there. Only a rabbit passed us by.
"We could ask that, but we don't know the language," the sister joked.
I braked. I felt angry, sad, but also teary. I miss seeing a Cologne resident in Cologne, I said to myself.
"Brother, let's go to Korça. There's a new restaurant in Mborje with fish dishes," the sister suggested.
We returned. We didn't speak until we entered the bar in Korça. And no one was there.
"Are you open?" I asked a man standing at the door.
-Open, brazier.
-Why don't you stay inside?
-There's no one inside.
Oh my God, how time flies! Soon we will see more rabbits than people on the streets of these areas. And like Diogenes, we will search with a candle for a friend, for a comrade, for a brother...
