It is a hot, Sunday afternoon, and in the small town of Bibaj, 40km south of Pristina, the Balkan slumber is almost complete; except, that is, for the steady, determined movements at Sylejman Shala’s workshop, where a clutch of workers sets about making windows by the side of the road.
“I’ve got work alright; work for three months,” says Mr Shala as he leafs through the order book. “For the past fortnight I’ve been doing two shifts, from eight o’clock to 11 o’clock every day, just to keep up.”
