Albania: Series II introduction

Friends, here I am. It is now Summer 2021, I have recently completed series I of my blog Curiosities from Albania. What a fun time I had. I did not realize it would be so much fun. I was hesitant to begin but once I got going I got thirsty to learn more and more about my country, to write more and more about it, and to share my experience there on my last trip. Recalling those memories connected me to my roots, to my relatives, and it was a very worthy affair. It gave meaning to my days.


But now I would like to begin a new series; on Albania, of course. However I have a problem. I don’t have any additional trips to Albania that I can write about. My final trip there was in 2014. Typically I visit every four years. My next trip ought to have come in 2018. However owing to poor health I have been unable to travel. I’ve been struck down in my prime! Chronic fatigue syndrome. Not only does it prevent me from visiting Albania, if affects me in my daily life. Yet despite aches, pains, and debilitating fatigue, my spirit soars when I think of Albania! Just like eagles of Scanderbeg which mark the center of my world!

I wish I was half as strong as Scanderbeg. He was known for prodigious physical strength and a great military mind. I don’t know when or if I will improve enough for travel. I may never set foot in Albania again for as long as I live. It doesn’t bother me. I have come to terms with it. But this means this new series will be primarily historical and memorial, since I have no fresh experiences to write about.


Although I have not been able to visit my dear country, Albania, I find nevertheless that in writing about it I get closer to it. I think people have an innate desire to learn about their home; they are fundamentally attracted to their roots, some of us more than others. I am one of those people who is indeed very drawn to home, to the place of his birth. I have an older brother who doesn’t much care about Albania. He is the opposite of me. He is happy here in the US, doing his job, raising his family, and never thinks of his roots. But I am one of those people who roots deeply, as they say. So with that being said, I look forward to a new blog series on Albania. I look forward to learning more and more about my homeland, and to sharing it with you here.

Motivational Quotes 6/11/21

The devil can never make you do it. Whatever dark influence there is, the decision, whether to be good or bad, is always your own.

God is the world’s greatest poet. He has written a magnificent life story for each person who has ever lived.

Others want to see you doing well, but not better than them. -popular

Make it hard to do bad; make it easy to do good -Gretchen Rubin

To live is to fight and to fight is to live.

There is a certain beauty to our lives; that of coincidences, poetic justice, and full circle moments.

Many are the ones willing to have fun with you. Few are the ones willing to suffer alongside you.

A friend in need is a friend in deed. -Ennius (Roman)

You wish to have your neighbor’s life; he wishes to have yours! -Joel Osteen

The present is always the best time to be alive!

I tried out for AGT!

George Shetuni

My favorite TV show of the summer is America’s Got Talent. Tonight it starts up again, and you bet I’m going to watch. I love AGT; in fact, I love it so much that once upon a time I tried out for it…

It was the 23rd of January 2015, and the day of my big trip had finally arrived. I had been looking forward to it all winter long, my chance at the big time. Yes, I knew I would be a star! Or at least, so Nick Cannon assured me, as he does all of America each summer, that we are all stars! All we have to do is try out for the show, and who knows, we just might end up on TV, being lavished with ego boosting praise from the beautiful Heidi Klum, the spicy Mel B, creepy Howard Stern, and last but not least the…

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Motivational Quotes 5/7/21

Time does break the ties that bond, but the memories remain special.

Don’t mind the mistakes. Mistakes make you human. Only machines are perfect.

Setting is everything; so is timing

Though the challenges of today are lighter than those of yesterday, in their own right, they are just as heavy

Be modest

Being good is hard in the short run. Being bad is hard in the long run, and much more costly.

Happiness is in the here and now.

To each his equal, as matched by place

If you send good out, expect good in. If you send bad out, expect bad in.

You have already made it to the promised land. You are here!

Motivational Quotes 4/3/20

George Shetuni

Setbacks check poor foundations; strong foundations check setbacks

Fight to get where you think you belong

One is gifted at what one values

When we feel well we can overcome our faults; when we feel ill, they get the better of us

A good word, even if small, goes a long way

Happiness is to live in the present; to live in the future is to never get there

You will achieve as much as you were meant to achieve, no more no less

A little difference makes a lot of difference

Happiness is the fuel of life

Patience is the best medicine

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Motivational Quotes 4/23/21

A head start is everything

How do you know when you’re ready for a great journey? The secret is, you’re never ready; just start -Aventurat e Julit

Don’t allow atrophy. Stay active.

We’ve always had our hands full; today is not the only hard time we’ve ever faced

There is a temporal factor to good and bad. What is bad does not last. What is good lasts.

Bad allures but good endures. -Tolstoy

Be gentle in reproach; hostility begets hostility, understanding begets understanding

It is better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -folk

You can’t run away; the trouble you face abroad is ten times worse than the trouble you face at home

Love your life however humble it may be

Motivational Quotes 4/9/21

The lottery is never won, but like all money, is worked for and earned

Leave everything a little bit imperfect

Only a machine is perfect; the soul is always imperfect

You are a product of your environment; the secret is choosing the right environment

The body has mind; it reflects our emotions

Every success carries some failure; every victory, some loss

When nothing’s going right, be patient

It is smart to learn from smart people (dad)

Others can feel your pain, and your joy

The goodness of children is better than the goodness of adults

Motivational Quotes 3/26/21

If we sit back and assume the future will be good because destiny is in control, we couldn’t be more wrong! We have to work to make it good.

If all is given in the beginning, all will be taken away in the end; if some is given, some will be left to keep

Sometimes, those of whom we expect the most of, will surprise us, and give us the least

mind your temper

Fate is always poetic; life is a series of events that when pieced together form a coherent and wonderfully intricate picture

Suffer honorably

It is only by luck that we come upon something special-a person, a place, a thing-and cannot ever meet with it when we plan for it

Don’t expect to be happy; you have earn it!

Strive against perfectionism

Yesterday we were happy, today we are sad; mood is as mysterious as the weather

Motivational Quotes 3/12/21

We often look fondly on the sufferings of the past, but under no conditions are we ever willing to appreciate the sufferings of the present.

Even hand-outs aren’t free, but must be fought for and earned.

Life is boring…but there are many things which are intriguing, fascinating, fun, etc.

A swan outside its pond is an ugly duckling*

Out with the old, in with the new*

Use your wit to amuse, not abuse*

What you did yesterday, matters today

Setting is everything

You always pass misery on your way to happiness

The mistakes of the past must be straightened out in the present

When you find a good doctor, make sure to hold on to him

Always remember your l.k.r.’s: love, kindness, respect

*popular

Albania: The Amazing Race

I had completed my long awaited trip. I had spent four weeks in Albania. In this time, I had fulfilled my desire to “be in my country, to walk those streets, to eat that food, to breathe that air.” I had reconnected with my grandparents, as well as many relatives who welcomed me. Though I had been bored, and watched too much TV, though some of my relatives rejected me, and though i did not have the creature comforts of home, or the purpose of the natives and was merely a guest, I achieved my mission. The trip served its purpose. I had gotten Albania out of the system. Now it was time for my flight back home. I said goodbye to my grandma and grandpa and my aunt and I passed through security. I took a seat in front of my small gate. There are only two at the Tirana airport. It was early morning. It was dark outside. I had been told by my mom that I would be meeting a friend at the airport. In fact, I was told it was a young lady who was perhaps five years younger than myself who was immigrating to the US, and I was supposed to help her along the way. Wanting to find her, I reached out to my neighbor who was a girl about this age. I leaned over and said to her, excuse me miss. However, this girl who apparently took herself to be very pretty thought that I was trying to hit on her, and she refused to turn her head towards me. I said excuse me miss, once, twice, three times. I could tell she could hear and even see me, but she would not turn her head. I knew at that moment that her behavior was characteristically the new Albania, souless to the very core. Anyhow, be it as it may I gave up on her and sat very quietly. I then got up, walked over to the airport shop and picked up a bottle of water. I sat back down a few seats further out from the unfriendly girl, and perhaps had a sip or two. Meanwhile, another girl sat to the left of me, and soon after yet another girl. The two of them engaged in conversation, and soon enough I leaned over to one of them and asked, excuse me are you Albana? Yes, said she in a friendly and warm way. Albana had no pretensions to great prettiness but was simple, decent and kind. Once the souless chick saw me engaging in conversation with Albana and her friend she finally looked over my way, though she still refused eye contact in order to maintain consistency and her face assumed a friendly look. I thought I even saw a smile play upon her lips. Apparently, now she thought me a harmless young man and wished to be my friend! Hey, perhaps she wished to be friends with all of us. Well, regardless, now it was too late. Albana was moving to Missouri. Her friend, who was with her mother, told me she was immigrating to Germany. As I heard her say that, I could not believe that people were starting immigration anew this day and age. Perhaps I thought Albania was too good to leave. Perhaps, I thought it absurd that someone should begin anew now that my own battle was over. Perhaps, both. But let the record show that immigration in Albania is still fever pitched. Even thirty years after isolation was broken and the border was opened, everybody wants to still leave. Sure, word has gotten out that life in the world out there is no easy feat for an immigrant. But this does not deter Albanians. They are willing to brave the disadvantages of being a newcomer. America is their number one destination followed by western European countries. However, one thing is for sure. The immigrants of today are not the immigrants of the early 1990s. They are much more advanced and better equipped. They have more skills. For one thing they can now drive. Secondly, they know some English. Thirdly, they have more money to start life out with. In a word, they aren’t as desperate as the immigrants of old. I’m not saying my family was desperate; we were just like everybody else. But the situation in the early 1990s was a desperate one. We landed in Vienna. Albana and I were joined by another girl who was immigrating to Canada. We sat for coffee at a nice airport cafe. Here I was among my peers, setting off for a new frontier, and a new life in the new world. I was doing the right thing, the “in thing,” for that is the perception: “Blessed are the ones who leave.” Dismissive and forgetful are Albanians of the difficulties that await them, such as the low pay and fatigue of manual labor. Many Albanians trade in office jobs, or jobs where they lounge around all day, for the American dream. It is better to be struggling in America, than to live like a king in Albania, the thinking goes. I disagree. I personally like Albania. In Washington DC something strange happened. Albana and I got separated. I was standing after her in line at customs check-in and she got ushered along without me. By the way, as soon as my feet landed on solid ground, I felt entirely disoriented. “Where am I? Albania? America? The moon!” You know how those international flights are; the jet lag makes you lose all awareness of your surroundings. I had not slept a wink all flight. I was as if in a dream state where reality lacked all clarity and nothing could be known. In this state of mind, I would lose my very own head if I could… so it’s probably no wonder that I lost Albana, the very person whom I was entrusted to look out for. “I can’t believe this,” thought I, as I exited customs. “That girl went on without me! Albanians are all crazy.” I looked left and I looked right, amidst a large throng of people. Nope, there was no sign of Albana. She did not even thank me. She did not even say goodbye. She plain old ditched me. How soulless of her! Totally, the new Albania… Well, be it as may, thought I, now I have to carry on alone, without her.After all, I have a flight myself to catch or I may have to spend the night sleeping in ditch. After I checked at the front desk, as everyone must re-enter, I began to get ready for security, yet again. And there, as I first approach, I see a person, a girl who just like myself, was totally lost. It was Albana! She had not ditched me… it was all just a terrible misunderstanding. Finally, my faith in humanity had been restored. I thought I knew this girl and I was right. She was decent, simple, and kind. “George, they won’t let me through,” she said. And it was my turn to “strut my stuff” and come to the rescue. Though I am no globe trekker, I know the basics of international travel. I rushed her to the front desk, got her a ticket for Missouri-coincidentally, the very state of this nice girl I had met last time in the DC airport-and we both went back through security. We then said our goodbyes and she was off to her new life in America. Meanwhile, I had lost so much precious time that my flight was departing in just five minutes. I went on a mad dash from security to wherever the hell that gate was, the fastest airport run walk I’ve ever done. By the time I arrive at the gate, there was no one there! The attendant pulled some strings and allowed me to pass. I was the last person on that plane. It pays to hustle. Mom picked me up in Columbus and I was still on the high of travel. In the car, I madly gulped down a sweet frapaccino from a vending machine, as I had been dying of thirst on my last flight. Boy how I regretted throwing out in DC that full bottle of water I bought in Tirana. On the drive home, I dare say I felt better than the locals, for they had spent the month milling about town, while I had raced halfway around the world. I felt energized with the spirit of Albania deep down in my soul. Soon enough, I returned to my aimless life here in America holding down some volunteer positions such as working in an animal shelter, going to the gym three times a week, and to my usual coffee houses almost five days a week. Though my life was not a paradise, certainly not the so-called American dream, now at least after visiting my country, reality, or at least my reality no longer seemed and felt bleak, for I now knew this: America, was my country. I am content to walk these streets, to speak English, to eat American food, to breath American air, and to flirt with American women! I am home.