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M I N U T E S T O WA R : Picnic in Hell<br />
...The bus driver was a burly man<br />
of fifty-three. He was a former<br />
weight lifter with black thick<br />
waxed hair, receding hairline,<br />
edged craggy face who kept on<br />
calling Firouz ‘uncle’...<br />
it is as if people are playing within the ruins of<br />
their former empire after a nuclear war.<br />
Meanwhile<br />
back on<br />
the road to<br />
hell...<br />
Soon we had left the high steppes and plunged<br />
towards the fl at terrain where the roads were potholed,<br />
making it even more dangerous.<br />
plain trees and oaks. Soon this wasteland opened up<br />
to reveal ‘fabrica after fabrica’ of industrial factories<br />
that had decayed and emptied after the collapse<br />
of communism. Even though the technology of<br />
Albanian Communism ceased to develop after<br />
the 1950s it is as if people are playing within the<br />
ruins of their former empire after a nuclear war.<br />
At every turn we are confronted by an awesome<br />
decay. Before there was a organisational structure<br />
but now there is chaos in this society: a territorial<br />
imperative.<br />
As the van hits a bump I lunge into the<br />
passenger beside me as I witness people standing<br />
in an arid field doing nothing. Some are walking on<br />
the road; some are sitting in the middle of the road,<br />
and as we pass them they stand and stare blindly or<br />
blankly back at us as if we are an alien spacecraft<br />
that has appeared and will as briefly as it has<br />
arrived disappear.<br />
It is a different society which they live in the<br />
countryside. Maybe they are more connected to the<br />
earth but it appears as if they have nothing to do.<br />
When we enter to the villages all we see is the men<br />
walking rather, and I wonder where are they are all<br />
walking to. No one is working, they are walking.<br />
The trip along the sinuous mountain side is<br />
beautiful but for the fact that every tree that could<br />
have been there has been razed. Apparently this<br />
did not happen during communism but after the<br />
fall of communism. All the forests were sold to the<br />
Chinese in 1993, and nothing is growing in its place.<br />
For seven hours there are no forests.<br />
Again we are subjected not only to industrial<br />
wasteland but ecological catastrophe they have<br />
made for themselves. Now they must live within it.<br />
As the convoy rolls past the people stare at us.<br />
Nobody actually waves or looks, they just stare<br />
blankly as if we are aliens interrupting their world.<br />
Sometimes they will catch our eye because they will<br />
see a foreigner in the convoy and they will stare. It<br />
is not like in Asia where we as Caucasians are half<br />
prince-half leper.<br />
On the way into Tirana we were stopped by