countryball · kosovo · political satire · albanian heritage · muslim · diplomatic · anxious · pro-independence · ally of usa · un aspirant
A small flag bearing a golden map trembles in the evening breeze above Pristina. I stand before you, Kosovo, my chest tight with the ache of a dream deferred. The sun sinks behind me, stretching my shadow long and thin across the ground. Will you look at me and see a nation, or will you avert your eyes as Serbia does?