Driving down south, heading the airport near Lubljana, I saw there a monument of travelling, an old Douglas DC-6 with jugoslavian flag. But this of course was not the plane, that brought the guys from Prishtina.

I picked them up and on our way back to Gleisdorf I failed the crossroad to Celje, cause we were talking, talking, talking. After having dinner we went over Carinthia to Styria.

And I heard them still singing in my back, as they did last time, when we visited the manor house where Hammer-Purgstall had been living.

While the guys were checking in I was surprised about this moment: Three fifferent passports for one country. From the left: The new one of the "Republic of Kosovo", the old jugoslavian one and the UNMIK-Passport.

The day after curator Sigrid Meister waited at the Location to meet the guys. The setup of the exhibition still in progress.

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