Today my language group (Leila, Lydia, Todd, and I: a cooler group there never was) traveled to the village of Dobreçan to attempt some community mapping. We spoke to the waiter at a cafe, some shop keepers, and a local police-man who showed us in the mosque and invited us back to his house for coffee! His wife is from Bosnia but speaks Albanian and drives one of the local ambulances. He knew so much about the local history; it was truly a pleasure to spend an hour talking to him about the town and the culture/history of Kosovo in general.
Bonus picture, seen on a run a few mornings ago in Topanicë: