Significance

In September 1999 I began my unforgettable high school life in Gjirokastra, said the stony city, in the south edge of Albania. I can remember quite well the parting day from my village. It was about six o’clock in the morning when my parents, Maksi, my classmate, his parents, and I came to the center of the village, which was the bus station, too. There were a lot of people there who made comments on us, which made us feel good and proud of ourselves because we were the two first pupils from our village to go to study in a high school in a town after about ten years of poor teaching in our school. The most interesting fact about this was that we were going to study in a boarding school, which made it a real curiosity-gnawing new experience.