The milk brothers
The milk Brothers
We grew up together. The same mother fed us. Our father brought us the milk from the pastures of the valley. Milk is our work. In its pure white there are all the colors of our homeland. Watch the women’s hands at work. They are hands of the same mother. Our blood could be not the same, you’d always be the one I’ll share my future with.
Gjovalin and Gjon, Dairy Veliçik, Malësi e Madhe