The places we've been intertwine with our family's identity.
From Albania, to Greece, to America, our bond has evolved
and our outlooks transformed.
In crafting this tapestry,
I've never felt so in touch with the artisanal culture of my Albanian ancestors.
The aching of my fingers as I cut and tied each tassel gave me a small insight into
what brutal and meticulous work went into their handmade art.
Each stage of our immigration can be characterized by one word...
Frike (Fear), Dashuri (Love), Zhvendosje (Displacement), Te ardhmen (Future).
Although each journey meant sacrifice and hardship, we may not look at the
world with such optimistic and hopeful eyes without those experiences.
The most important thing is that I never forget where I come from...