Staying in Macedonia's "Las Vegas" Gevgelija, I got kind of bored of rich men spending their money at the roulette table. So I got Ilija, the wonderful driver the hotel gave me, his great English skills ("STOP!", "GO!"), his great car and his great suit to drive me to nearby Lake Dojran right by the Greek border. Together we had a wonderful trip and great roles in the didactic play of miscommunication.

Ilija organized me a fantastic boat-ride with a beautiful melancholic fisherman and showed me all around. And he actually stopped when I yelled. Whatever I yelled anyway. Blagodaram, Ilija. What a great man, what a great car, what a great suit, what a great day.




























All photos: Carolin Weinkopf