Frontline, Tbilisi
Every city has its Journalist hangout. In Tirana it was Fideli’s, a strange cross in décor and ambiance between Beethoven’s opera and Fidel Castro. There were few working landlines in Tirana at the time, and no mobile phones. If I wanted to meet a journalist I always went to Fideli’s and usually would find him or her. My office, effectively, was there. That bar is long gone, cleaned up when Mayor Edi Rama reclaimed Tirana’s parks. In Prishtina it was Tricky Dick’s, named after Holbrooke not Nixon, although there is a famous autographed picture of Dick Holbrooke being led into … Continue reading Frontline, Tbilisi