Albania: in Byron’s footsteps

Albania: in Byron’s footsteps

It was close to midnight, without a soul on the road, and Auron Tare eased the Land Rover into high gear. A full moon pushed through the windshield. The motorway was new and gun-barrel straight until, suddenly, it wasn’t anything at all. We shot off the end of the road and into a cratered dirt field. For a moment, we were airborne.Синтомицин

I wailed as the engine whined and a feeling of weightlessness expanded inside the truck. We slammed back to earth, bounced around and came to a crawl, shaken but fine.

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