It was March 1999, when I went back to Albania for a visit. I was so excited and just couldn't wait to get there. After an eleven-hour flight, there I was meeting my relatives, my friends, even strangers. I had missed everything my city had, including its streets, its small buildings, its parks, its beach, its trees, etc. Right then I whispered, "It's going to be a wonderful vacation," but was it?
<Tab/>In Albania, I was staying over at my grandparents' house. It is nice, big, beautiful and right in the center of the city where you could hear and see everything that's go…
