I will be a father. Don’t know when yet, but it will happen. I’ll give an open and stable space to those who’ll come. In my fatherhood there’ll be the summer meadows of Lepushe and its snowy mountains in winter. There’ll be everything my father is doing for me today. The house he built. The hospitality he taught me and the work he shared. There’ll be warm rooms and laid tables for those who’ll come to visit us. Wherever you are now, all of me will be waiting for you here. I’ll be a father and my land will be written under the name of my son. 

Lenader, Guesthouse Alpini, Lepushë