places unfamiliar
As I took a
stand at the very edge of a border living on the hill I keep exploring lands
nearby, hoping that one day this dividing line will move eastwards. I spend
much time alone, but I can not say I am not happy. So far I’ve been treated well
here. Nothing I been told home about this people is correct, they are not
beggars and thieves, on the contrary they are polite guests, great hosts and have a familiar humor I
enjoy. Real communication is slow however.
One of the
old monasteries, which have been used as an armory, once serving natives as a
stronghold against Turkish invaders, stands on the same ridge of hills as I
reside. It may sound forward of me, but I
have a deep admiration for culture that natives managed to preserved despite
foreign dominance centuries long. As I keep visiting places unfamiliar and not
mapped by popular tourist sites, I find much peace and joy in doing so, despite
of lack of navigation or any material that can describe site for one who might
be interested in. Information is in deficit here, which is not a case or
occasional trash sites. This is still my home however, and I remain watchful,
sharing with you whatever comes my way.
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