It's a hot summer day of June. Luckily, I managed to get on the right bus in Elbasan and I'm finally slowly approaching Albania's capital. The dusty city welcomes me with the fervor of the upcoming elections, the walls are paved with electoral posters of all possible colors and thousands of flags wave in the…
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How I fell into a hole in Tirana, or, the “missing manhole cover” paradigm
