hey need a lektor for English down in Pristina with your ‘nice’ Alba- nians — remember?” Nada had written in August from Belgrade. She meant my Turkish-Albanian band. “I have suggested you for the post. It’s at the Filozofski Fakultet. All you need to bring are boots.” T
Nada had been down in Pristina that spring, teaching at the Peoples’ University. “I never saw so much mud in my life.”
I remembered the dust, the donkeys’ hooves sinking into it like sand along the side streets.
“Pristina’s Faculties are part of Belgrade University. Teachers go down twice a month but they need someone there. For now, you could come up for the weekends and their University year is very short.”
So, as a university town, Pristina, capital of Kosovo and Metohija, (Kosmet) Autonomous Province of the Yugoslav Socialist Federal Republic of Serbia, had that much in common with Oxford and Cambridge.
“You know, if it were any of my other friends I would never suggest it,” Nada concluded “but you are different.” I wondered what Nada could mean by that.