
Rather than just point and show me where to wait for the bus to Skopje, Ricki paused from her lunch and came to stand with me. We stood in silence since neither of us knew the other’s language. All she knew was where I wanted to go.

Rather than just point and show me where to wait for the bus to Skopje, Ricki paused from her lunch and came to stand with me. We stood in silence since neither of us knew the other’s language. All she knew was where I wanted to go.
After a long bus ride and having my bags searched at border control, I arrived in Kumanovo with absolutely no idea as to where I would stay.

Or at least pictures of them anyway. I first of all noticed the posters in Jakoruda, but they are also here in Kumanovo. It’s apparently customary to pay tribute to loved ones who’ve passed away by putting posters up on trees and buildings.

