Buna flows through my days. It feeds the fields of Shkoder and fills fish nets. The terrace of my restaurant floats on the beauty of the lake. I’m writing my story with the work of the morning, between thin beaches and wooden piers, sound of ducks and boys dips. Lake life never stops. It flows along with the boats that leave and return to land. The white trails on the water resemble the smile of my family and my guests. Mine is for them.

Klodiana, Restaurant Te Naili, Zogaj