Humanity in Albania’s Accursed Mountains
“STOP!” A small voice calls from deep within Albania’s wild Alps. I slow my pedaling. “PLEASE stop,” it begs. I hit my brakes. A young boy runs into view from a long dirt path tripping over his flip flops. Two younger boys follow shortly behind. They can’t stop grinning as they stare at Justin and me. “Hello,” I smile back. “How are you?” “Very good, thank …