My grandmother's Artan. 6 years of suffering and loneliness. I find solace only in frequent visits to your last home. There I talk to you, I cry for you, because you no longer answer me. Even in my room filled with your photos and memories. I miss you more and more every day, my soul. Your calmness, your smile... I miss everything about you, my good Artan! My grandmother Naxhije