Fishop is a fish restaurant in Tirana, one of the moment’s hot spots, so that’s where I could be found yesterday at this time.
The place is very cozy and welcoming, not some ridiculous fancy restaurant, where a certain dress code is mandatory. Nope, it was very sweet with a cute, simple furnishing, a bit dark as a matter of fact, but still nice. It’s pretty clear that the guys who run the place want to stand out by making “Fishop” a real brand. I think they are succeeding, because it’s becoming huge in popularity. Well done guys! Thumbs UP.
Due to the raising popularity, in case you want to go, you will necessarily need to book before hand. On Sundays they are open till 7 pm. If you think that going during some kind of happy hours you will be lucky enough to find some free table, you are dead wrong. We had booked the day before for a table, at 4 pm, which is not exactly your usual time of having lunch right? Yet, when we got there, it was full. No exaggeration, it was FULL.
I was very eager to hear your hhhmmm how should we call it, interview, explanation dear Mayor. Or is it, coming clean? Which it makes me laugh from deep bitterness, as it wasn’t coming clean at the least.
This national TV show was another advertisement to your demagogic and filthy propaganda.
It’s a story, a horror one, but make no mistake this is no fictional story. It’s so true and painful that anger shakes my bones…
In one of the corners of Tirana, you find Rolling Hills luxury residences. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? If New York has its own Upper East or West Side, LA- Beverly Hills, of course that Tirana wouldn’t be left behind.
Ironically, there is another opposite corner of the city, where you find another hill. This is a small hill, Sharra’s Landfill. Recycling companies, operate here to gather, collect, divide and disassemble urban wastes. We are talking about 300.000 tons/year of wastes and according to statistics only 20-22% of this amount can be recycled. This is a place, where nearby inhabitants go to work, not to starve to death as they have no other means to earn money. They have surrendered to the misery and such conditions as they have no other choice. No safety policies! No safe gears to work with or equipment! No insurance! Only exploitation.
Lately this hill has been rightfully labeled as the “Rolling Hill of Death”.
There is this part of Tirana (Albania’s capital), we call it “Bllok” in Albanian as the abbreviation of “zona e ish-bllokut” translated “Ex-block zone” . Once this was, where the only thing you could see were nice little mansions, little villas to be precise. The residents you might be asking? Only a selected bunch of people, the previous communist regime leaders, the high society.
That space of the capital was guarded 24/7 non stop. Trespassing was not an option if you cared for your life of course, or the so-called freedom you were allowed at the time.
I just got back from my vacations and what I will talk about is not the bright side but the other side of the coin which sometimes leaves me confused and perplexed.
You see Albania is a work of magic. If Nature could cast a spell, then Albania happens to be a blessing one at it with marvellous landscapes, countryside, wonderful seashore, pretty mesmerizing and with a vast variety of choices…Beaches with white sand, crystal clear water, rocky ones too where the powerful and patient waves have done their job all over the millenia.
I would have preferred to delay a bit more, me writing about mmm I don’t know how to call it, social or political issues in my home country, Albania, but the “desert” diverts my focus right into it.
I would love to say that I love Albania and I probably do, despite the mix of feelings that I have in my heart.