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Monday, 18 August 2008 |
 Blackbird writes from Mitrovica We woke up early and drove to the Danish camp. On Sundays the mess served brunch. There were waffles, pancakes and other food you could not find easily in Kosovo.
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Watching the Mitrovica bridgewatchers |
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Friday, 08 August 2008 |
 Blackbird writes from Mitrovica They sit in two places, a café and a bench across the street, and they
stand in a third place of that intersection. There are more
bridgewatchers than this, in apartments above our heads, but I have
never actually seen them, only heard of them. On the bench outside of
the corner store they sit, two or three of them, talking or reading
newspapers. There are rarely less than two there and they have perhaps
the least obstructed view of the bridge.
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Three theories on the origin of pollution in Kosovo |
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Tuesday, 29 April 2008 |
 Blackbird writes from Mitrovica Those who favored independence called a meeting in Pristina. Attendance was strong: a massive crowd filled the sports center, and the meeting was broadcast simultaneously on speakers for the throng of people in the square outside. The requisite opening remarks were given by a group of three leading politicians, who defined the question of the day as follows: How do we proceed with international acceptance of an independent Kosova? The floor was opened to the public. The first speaker was a slight middle-aged man in a tweed coat. He approached the microphone and cleared his throat. “It seems to me,” he began… |
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Tuesday, 25 March 2008 |
 Blackbird writes from Mitrovica It was probably my first wife who introduced me to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. We met during our first year of college. She was studying psychology, and Abraham Maslow’s theory of human motivation was the sort of the diagram that spoke to earnest young college students, with it’s gradually tapering path of individual evolution from the animalistic to the empathic.
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Short stories about us and them |
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Friday, 14 March 2008 |
 Blackbird writes from Mitrovica I was a passenger in the back of a van driving from Prishtina to
my home in Mitrovica. The van was full;
full of old men, young wives, children and young men. In front of me sat an American woman wearing
a Vetëvendosje (Self-determination) t-shirt.
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