They tell me that they have four children and one grandson. Their house was gutted during the war that marked the dissolution of Yugoslavia – just four walls left standing. They have had to ‘work, work, work’ to recoup their losses and get to where they are now – a successful guest house which still manages to make ends meet in winter as it’s only 10km from the airport and not far from the Montenegro border. Lydia and Milko are both local – they used to go to school in Montenegro, when it was all still Yugoslavia. There are few people around here, they say, and no need to emigrate.
I feel enveloped with yet more kindness – and Milko would only take €10 for everything – camping on the lawn (which was green from regular watering and had just been mown by young Ivan) – meal, beer, morning coffee, charging of laptop.