212 TAGHRID | OMER | TASNIM | MOHHAMMAD | ALI
212 BEDRIE | SHABAN | ANITA | ENDRIT | LATIF
Family Haziri lived since December 29th 2014 in room 212. They left Germany on October 1th. 2015 and headed back to Podujeva in Kosovo.
There is a collection of pictures on my smart phone's display, showing all sorts of quinces that Google could find.
In his orchard Latif had plums, cherries, and apple trees. He did not know the German word for Ftua. Even though the day before his language skills had impressed the shop assistant at the local bakery: The way this boy speaks German, even high German is beyond her she would tell him in the typical Berlin dialect. Petra, the brunette who usually works the morning shift. Whereas her blond coworker, whose words come crisp and thin-lipped across the counter, as well as a considerable number of the bakery's customers, are still struggling on how to respond to the asylum and its residents.
During summer they would place the quinces from Latif's orchard under the laundry until everything was sweet with their flavor. Latif's orchard is in Kosovo. Again, we need to ask Google, to brush up my geographical knowledge on Southeastern Europe's countries.
The scenery he shows me might as well be Southern Germany or Switzerland: rolling hills, cheerful and green. The river Llapi, winding through Podujeva, which combines 80 villages to a small town next to the Serbian border. Those pictures are beautiful.
Latif has "the eye." His view follows us through the project. Together with Till, the fifteen year old teenager keeps record with the camera of the days we spend together and the work we do.
He has heard in the news that prospects to obtain right of residence are dim for Kosovars, Kosovar Albanians, and Albanians.
It would be safer here in Germany, he answers my question on why he had left his orchard. There had been more and more men with beards.
What is more, he wants to become a photographer.
To be under constant threat is not a good life
The conversation with Latif about his way from Kosovo to Berlin is unfortunally not translatet yet.
Once upon a time in Podujeva
I am from Kosovo. I used to live in a city called Podujeva near the capital. A river runs through Podujeva. Usually it is not very deep but sometimes when it rains it fills up with water and flows over its riverbed to flood the city. That river has a name. It is called Llapi and this is why [people from other] cities call us the "Llapi." Sometimes we go swimming in a huge lake. It is called Batllava. The city I live in consists of 72 villages. In terms of the area it covers, Podujeva is the biggest city. There are mountains and forests.