The Fog in Pristina

I stumbled through Kosovo’s capital in a cloud of grief and drink, looking for a renewal. All that I found there were ghosts.

All photos courtesy the author

By Matt Cosper

In 2011, I quit my job at the book warehouse because Bek invited me to come work on a play with him in Pristina. My parents had died unexpectedly and quite suddenly that year and I was deep in a haze of grief. My mother in May and my father in August. I was living with my brother, his wife, and their infant so…