Teuta’s Overfilled Concrete Bucket

This is one of the stories from my childhood. It’s September 1985. I’m nine years old and I just started 3rd grade. I’m walking from school to my house. It’s a 30-minute walk because there are no school buses in Mitrovica, Kosovo.  I’m with two of my friends who are the same age as me and my sister [...]

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Teuta’s First Day In America Going Through Immigration Process

A page from Teuta's Journal. January 25, 2004, was the day that my life took a 360-degree turn. John and I flew from Prishtina to Vienna and we just landed in Washington DC, Dulles Airport. I’m carrying a backpack that says, United Nation Mission in Kosovo and a black carry-on. I’m feeling stiff from an 11-hour flight. I’m [...]

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