"You know, my friend, a name is only the wishes of others to see me as someone. But look at the faces of those who walk these streets every day. Look how they are ready at any moment to help you, to guide you to the right place. They can't smile callously, and if they smile, it's from the heart. And they help you because it's in their blood. They are different, they are just as strange as I am. They have Illyrian, Greek, Roman and Ottoman blood in their veins. They do not divide themselves by creed, but take pride in who they are-my people, the Stiptars."
He smiled and showed me a steep path between tree roots and a dozen bunkers straight to Zog's Villa of Durrës, and when I looked on Google maps, he drew the shortest way there with a sunbeam :)