sun shines

I am again back in Skopje after a day 1 Prishtina. I've got my phone and tomorrow I am heading to Ohrid, to a couchsurfer's meeting! And then on Sunday to Struga, for an on-arrival training. Back on Thursday I guess.
I went to Prishtina by train and it was hell of a groomy journey. It was so slow, stood on the borders so long, almost empty, they turned on the heating only for the last hour. Kosovo was mostly covered during the darkness already. When I thought that we should be approaching Prishtina already, I realized it is only Ferizaj... a city that I thought we passed already a long time ago. When I arrived in Prishtina, the train did not really stop at the place I wanted to get out, so I visited the main Prishtina train station, a dark house behind a long long fence. When you go around the fence, you are pretty much in the centre... but this time it was also not very cheerful as there was no electricty just a big noise from the generators.
When I finally got home, was not much of cheerful time as electricity went out there, too (it does not happen everywhere at the same time) and in a couple of hours my friend's sister came and told that a friend of hers was hit by electricity while working for an internet provider, one of the biggest here. They were throwing some wires up to the balcony and it was raining, there was some unisolated wire or sth. I don't really know how exactly it happened but he was killed and the other guy who saw it is under shock. Many young people knew this guy because he was working as a bartender in a popular bar before. There were heaps of people on his funeral the next day. That's the custom here to have funerals very fast, usually the next day so that the soul/ghost does not wander around. It was the same with Tose - the funeral was next day after the accident.
Such strange unexpected deaths, 2 in row. Especially when it is dark and autumny outside it makes you think about life and death, the fragility of life, how things can change in a flip of fingers.. How hopeless and desperate one can feel.

But the sun shines again. It is another beautiful day in Skopje!
Yesterday we went out to Van Gog to the salsa evening. While we were waiting for people to start to dance, it was not much fun, but when we finally went to dance ourselves, we had a really great time! The place is too small and at the end even salsa looks like tehno, rubbing against other sweaty bodies. And Macededonian dance is the dance with a cigarete: you step from one leg to another and do the nicest movements with the hand holding the cigarette. If you don't burn anybody, the smoke and little red lights can look even nice (if forget about the itchy throat).
At the end we were dancing outside and were definatelly in the middle of attention. Our aim was to get other people out. We called our little project. But not much success, Macedonians are more similar to Latvians as one might think.
As most of the places here, the salsa bar was closing at midnight. While leaving the place started to talk to some OSCE people: 2 Georgians and 1 Belarussian. Joined them to Jukebox, a pretty cozy place. Practiced my Russian a little bit.