Soldiers with fears

It felt like I left home this morning, but in fact I've been travelling a week now.

My journey started in Podgorica, where we organised a first meeting with a new group of gays - unfortunately no lesbians yet. Everybody was very excited and eager to start organising themselves. After that I gave a lecture for the local Human Rights school. People told that we (a colleague from Serbia joined me) were the first gays that they ever saw in real life. It was an interesting experience, people were very curious and eager to learn. A representative of a women NGO's expressed that the masculine and patriarchal society will need a lot of time to overcome homophobia. She spoke about the Montenegrin soldiers. We can only hope that Montenegrin soldiers overcome their phobia and behave like real soldiers whom don't deal with fears for other people.

Friday morning I had a meeting with representatives of the Ministry responsible for police, together with a representative from an international organisation responsible for security. They noted that there are no known cases of homophobia. That's not strange, becuase Montenegro doesn't opress minorities that much, according them. Also Montenegro would have very few rape cases, men would pay so much respect to women that they would not consider raping them!!

Afterwards I spent a nice weekend at the coast of Montengro. Those moments I learn so much on how it really is to live your life in secrecy, how a society not accepting you can completely shape your life towards heteronormative standards. It really hurts to see how it affects people.

Monday morning I got a lift to Tirana. My companion only spoke Serbian, Albanian and Arabic, so we had an interesting three hours. The roads between the South of Montenegro and Tirana are so beautiful. Small roads taking you through mountains, with many cows and chickens on the way. We passed Skodahr, where you'll find small open markets all along the roads, and many people on bicycles, which made me feel being at home of course. In Tirana the traffic was one big mess, at a certain point we were not driving on the road anymore but on the left side off the road, trying to pass the traffic jam. In the middle of the traffic smoke a pig was slaughtered. Later that afternoon I guy severely got beaten up by a group of people in front of my eyes, I was unable to do anything which frustrated me.

Now I arrived in Pristina. Am here for only one day. It is interesting to see groups of activists growing in all countries. At the same time I so much understand the difficult situations in which they are working. Donors trying to push them to deliver results, but at the same time the activists undertaking the work (often voluntarily) have to deal with their personal issues too. The beginning of this year a young gay guy was beaten up by straight people here in Kosovo. Due to his faced opression he became addicted to drugs (likewise many other young people in Albania and Kosovo unfortunately do). A few weeks ago he died of an overdose. Such issues affect young activists, as they stand powerless.