From the same window, I turned my head not even 90 degrees and I felt like the city was watching me and not the opposite. 

I imagined buildings acting like human beings in an endless parade. Each of them pushing each other in different positions to reach the Holy Grail (the city center). A building - parade of roof tops and styled mixed and matched through layers of uncertainty. 

After the dark, Tirana is different. 

The buildings hide their chaotic bodies in the night and real human beings show up at the most famous city bars. 
Lately humans dance floor is the DJ booth showing the powerful individuality through dancing alone in front of machines. 

And the DJ can runaway. People need machines. 

This was another serene scene I saw in a different day. Not the chaotic city of Tirana anymore *inhale*, a small city *exhale* surrounded by nature. 

Another spot. Another energy. 

No one is Illegal here, everyone is accepted. 

One of the buildings that fights her way of surviving in an apocalyptic area of new facades. In Tiranas Social Center: 'askush s'o ilegal'

The city is rebuilding itself. Behind the big names, people raise their voice through street graffiti and words that match individuality and capitalism.