A Long-Awaited Reunion
After 22 years I finally meet up again with a little Kosovo Albanian boy who survived the massacre of almost his entire family.
I had been sitting outside in the car for half an hour when I was summoned. My daughter came to tell me that the cameras were ready to roll, the protagonists have been miked up, and it was time for me to make an entrance.
Like an actor on the first night of a big show I walked up to the entrance to the oda - the special…