(HoedGekruid ngo is a socio-cultural artistic organisation)
with the support of
Once upon a day in Albania, just an ordinary day as there are a dozen in a month, I was looking for a bicycle. I felt like zigzagging on two wheels along the streets of Shkoder, a lovely quiet village in the north of Albania.
People of Shkoder love bikes. Crowds quickly pedal in the streets. As much as I wanted to do the same with squared feet! Could maybe borrow a bike . Or find a shop . Wouaw, here there is one. Vainly try to explain myself.
Help! Arrives a chap. Does he speak English? No? Yes, he manages. A Albanian native Belgian fellow living for nine years in Sint-Niklaas(Saint-Nicolas). In a small pub, we have a beer followed by a 'Fernet' and a strong coffee on the side. “Shall we eat something?” he asks. He is about to drive back to Belgium. We have a quick snack and he leaves. 2.OOO kms to reach Belgium. I ‘ll still stay for a while.
Then a man comes in. He puts the stool against the wall, takes off his sun-glasses and lays them down carefully on the table . He orders his lunch and keeps on his hat. Quite old that man, rusted, brittle, with a lot of rinkles , and smooth in the sametime. He sits in front of me.
To spice his course, yes, he has enough strength in his hands to do it. Salt & pepper. He is salted & peppery. Salt & pepper on his just born rice-dish. To check very seriously the amount of pepper, that’s what he is doing. No need for sun-glasses for such a delicate seasoning
An image is frozen.
Pepper-salted hat (HoedGekruid) is born.
On August 3th, 2006 at 11.47 am.