From Tirana to Durrës and back. From Tirana to Pukë and points beyond. From Fushë Arrëz to Kukës and then to Krumë. We've spoken to city folk, southerners and highlanders, we've found people longing for birdsong and the hush of breaking waves along with those who crave nothing but silence. We've also found people who enjoy the sounds of their labour, of a machine in full working flow, the forest in the early morning, and of chickens being caught and killed. These will all form part of an installation that you can experience at the festival next year. Check back with us here for more images, words, and sounds, you can also go to Unbound Atlas for works in the making.