I remember we went… several times, not just me but many professors, they would stop us, take us, bring us to the station, and beat us. We also had the...
I was enchanted by everything. This was… now we’re at 1980 and we’re in a room, not a distant remote village, this is a village near Vitia, so it’s not...
I was four years old when my mother passed away. And this is… I’ve written a book Rrënjët e familjes (The Roots of the Family), where my grandfather is the...
On March 27, 1999, at eight in the morning, two Yugoslav military planes struck the neighborhood where we were sheltering with eight cluster bombs, resulting in the martyrdom of a...