Being isolated for weeks in a tiny room in a dilapidated ski resort may sound grim as hell – but us Balkan types are resilient, and I don’t feel like complaining.
This week, I should have been on Capitol Hill, chasing congressional staffers and Instagramming the cherry blossom in DC. The internship was supposed to be the crown jewels of my State Department-funded fellowship that brings 150 professionals to the US each year to get know-how and then improve their respective countries. But, like many other things, it was cut short by the coronavirus. Instead, I find myself in government-imposed quarantine in the Vucje ski centre, in northwest Montenegro.
