Aging on the Run, Nationalism
I began this essay in Montenegro, where people speak a local Serbian dialect, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is the language of empire. These last five months, living in countries...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism
In Montenegro, I think of sandwiches. Not the mustard/mayo, whole wheat-or-rye kind. I think about rivers, lakes, and bays, sandwiched between mountains. These are waterways of unsurpassed beauty. From where I sit overlooking the Bay of Kotor, one can get to...
Aging on the Run, Public History, Sustainable Economies
“I accepted the story I heard on foreign media: that the [1997] Albanian civil war could be explained not by the collapse of a flawed financial system but by longstanding animosities between ethnic groups… its plan could be disrupted only by outside...
Aging on the Run, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
Berat— Albania’s oldest city —has 1,000 identically-shaped windows in its Ottoman-era old town and a Byzantine city on top of one of its mountains. The Osum River runs through the town with buildings hugging the slopes. A green ridged range covers its north...
