I just arrived in Skopje, and it's a really strange city.

It feels like four different architects are working here all at once: a Greek, a Turk, a Soviet engineer, and someone from the 90s. Everywhere you look, there's this wild mix of styles. Even in the city center, there's no unified aesthetic—everything's all jumbled together. Plus, some buildings are half-finished, while others are built but left incomplete on the inside.

In some neighborhoods, it's like you've stepped into a provincial Russian town from thirty years ago. It's pretty grimy in places. The public transport and bus stops are all worn out. There's tons of tacky advertising everywhere, and it's all in Cyrillic too. Total immersion.