"Boxing? No, no, the national sport is war."
Wave at NATO.
Skopje is not a city you should fall in love with. The streets are filled with trash and the buildings are grey and communist. Even the ones being built are already made of old and streaked concrete. The gypsy children wander through cafes with their baby brother thrown over their shoulder and hands outstretched so they can buy cigarettes.
And the water fountains are always running and the old women have scarves on their heads, especially when you cross the bridge, and the kids have flags on their shirts and drink some more yogurt, Mama says you must eat minimum ten kebaps, you are much too thin, and the city is nestled in the hillls.