My friend, when I get old… If, I have the privilege to get old I would like to meet you. On a Sunday morning in the cobbled streets of Prizren, or, at the cafeteria in front of the mosque, I would like to meet you! And I would love for you to say to me, “Hi there, old friend, how have you been?” Even if my memory betrays me and I forget who you have been; Even if I’m lost in that vague space of my empty mind; I would love, for you to stop me and ask, “Hi there, old friend… How have you been?”