Back to Lalaland after pretty much being away most of last six weeks. I feel really weird and I don’t know what I am doing here. It doesn’t feel like home and this is very difficult to process. I always felt I was coming home as soon as I could see the shore of Great Britain… my current feelings are so mixed up I don’t have a word for them yet. I know I may have not overdone it with my open and vociferous criticism of English politics… in the hope I was doing some kind of a strange duty to warn my chosen compatriots about the awful games currently being played but already seen in SFRY in late 80s., I have probably caused a lot of offence, which I now regret. Tact and moderation are far more likely to have a positive effect rather than my mad shouting…. It has become impossible to stay quiet but I will have to zip it a bit. Take a chill pill.
The whole drama about the Queen’s death is totally over the top. She was a nice, reasonable and measured woman; I am sure no one asked her if she wanted this circus. The dear Le woman hat we all knew and somehow felt she was part our lives is finally free.. the people who are now queuing for hours to see her coffin never allowed her to do or say anything… this bizarre reality of British monarchs makes the current outpouring of emotion and doom totally irreverent and laughable,
I truly think the country is crying for itself, not only the Queen.
Kosovo felt like home this time, which it hasn’t for a very long time.. this is another thing hard to process! Will Albania feel like home? I hope so, am pretty sure it will, in fact.
I will miss England. Not just London. It feels very weird writing this.
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