June 16,
1999
The
Albanian Chronicle: Food and Lodging
Many of
you asked about food and lodging, so I will take a time out from the more
meaningful things going on here to describe the basics. My apartment looks like
a slum from the outside. You have to
walk through this short alleyway to get to it from the street, and you walk
through piles of rubble and garbage.
This is a very dirty city, and dusty.
And no one takes care of the outsides of their buildings so they all
look decrepit and falling down. But
inside is a whole different story. My
apartment, for example, is MUCH nicer than my house in Eagan. (That's not
saying much, is it?) Tile floors everywhere, nice furniture, a large screen tv,
2 porches with open windows and no screens but they do have mosquito netting in
the form of lacy curtains.
It is
common for Albanians to rent out their places after renovating them completely
with the rent money, because the amount of money foreigners are willing to pay
for rent here goes a long way.
Albanians only make about $300 per month, even for the
professionals. I just hired a doctor as
a social worker. He'll be making more money
with us at $300 per month than he did as a doctor. I also hired a vice principle of an elementary school. She may only be with us through the summer
though. They have the summers off just
as our teachers do.
I'm on the
fifth floor of a six story apartment.
And usually it is dark when I come home from work/dinner at the end of
the day. There are no elevators and no
lights in the stairway. So it was a bit
scary the first couple times I had to walk up in the dark, but it is comforting
to know that there is an Kolishnakov armed guard just outside the entrance to
the building who I have gotten to know and always try to say a few words to him
in Albanian. Our building is guarded
because someone important lives here... an ambassador or something. There is also no air‑conditioning
here, but the heat is very dry, so its not quite so bad. I have been sleeping well after those first
few days and getting used to the time change.
They also don't really have showers stalls here. The bathrooms are totally tiled and the
shower head is on the wall sometimes over a tub and sometimes not. So, in effect the whole bathroom is the
shower stall, with a drain on the floor.
It was like this in Russia, too.
And the water heaters are hanging on the wall in the corner of the
bathroom. There have been more
afternoons than not where the water everywhere does not run. Its like a mandatory water conservation
technique. Works very well!! We haven't had rain since I've been here.
When I
first came, they found an apartment for me, but even before it was renovated,
we moved a Kosovar family in there, because of their sick father, who was dying
of lung cancer. I visited him the day
before he died, last Saturday. He had
lung cancer, and had withered away to nothing but bone. They were trying to emergency evacuate him
and his wife and six children to the US where he has a sister in the army. He apparently didn't want to die in a
strange country. We visited them again
on Sunday morning after we heard that he had died at 2AM. The family will soon be flying to the US.
The food
is not very diverse. Most of the
restaurants are Italian. Pizza and any
pasta dish you can imagine. Last night,
however, I had a decent Cobb salad with egg, corn, bacon, chicken, a small bit
of lettuce, and cabbage, with a tasty
dressing of some kind that approximated ranch I suppose.
Last
night, I met our program manager for dinner at 7:30 (because we typically work
late) at the Piazza, one of the more nicely decorated restaurants in
Tirana. I arrived early and found one
of our Kosovar staff caseworkers having a beer with the owner of the restaurant
and a journalist from Voice of America at an outdoor seating area, which is
always packed in the evenings. The
owner of the restaurant, Dannika, agreed that Tirana is very boring food
wise. She would love to open a sushi
place next to the Piazza. It would be
the first in the country and she's not sure how it would be received. I encouraged her of course, being a big fan
of sushi. She is Albanian‑American. Her father owns some MacDonalds franchises
in the US. I usually eat dinner with my international co‑workers and we
usually talk about work, because we are all going in different directions
during the day, so this is the time to catch up.
This is
one of the contradictions here. Within
a matter of hours, I am talking with displaced homeless people who have nothing
left materially in their lives, and then am enjoying a nice dinner in an air‑conditioned
restaurant. Why am I not in their shoes
and they in mine? I'm looking for some
answers to this question... anyone??
In the
next Edition of the Albanian Chronicle, I'll be talking about the Kosovars I've
met. Until then, I remain...
Your
Albanian correspondent,
David