Rev. Henry Fanshawe Tozer, (1829 – 1916) was an English writer, teacher, traveler, and geographer. He traveled extensively in Greece and in European and Asiatic Turkey. He visited the Sarajet in 1865.

Dede (Domenico) Pasi, S.J. (1847 – 1914) came to Albania as a Jesuit missionary from Verona, Italy. He arrived in Albania in 1880. He founded the Jesuit Missionary Center in 1888, which was designed to play a major role in the work of the Jesuit order in Albania. This photo was taken in Albania and depicts his character. A biography titled “Albania as Seen Through the Work and Writings of a Great Italian Missionary, Father Domenic Pasi, S.J. was published in Rome in 1933. Some of the most interesting observations are on the Mirdita tribe. Father Pasi visited the Sarajet in 1892.

“On 31 January, without wasting time, Father brought the standard of the Mission to the capital: Orosh. It is a sparse village like many other along the prominent hills covered with pine trees, but relentlessly corroded by the waters which are only waiting for the gradual deforestation to devastate and carry everything downstream. The main group of houses, where the Sarajet or Palace of the Gjomarkaj family stood, a real fortress, was under great rocks with a thick crown of tall brown pines and a vast bronze face facing west. Above it lies the magnificent plateau where the ancient monastery of the Holy Mountain once stood, which is the life of the flocks and herd.”

With the Kaimakam of Mirdita, Marka Gjoni (l), Don Domenico, Summa my dragoman, and the brothers and guards of the Kaimakam” (Photo: Alexandre Degrand, 1890s).

Jules Alexandre Théodore Degrand (1844-1911) was born in Paris and joined the French Foreign Service. From 1893 to 1899 Degrand served as French consul in Shkodra. He was especially interested in the history of the region, in particular its prehistory and antiquity, and visited fortresses, mediaeval churches and ruins, noting what he saw and what he was told by the people he spoke to. Two years after his departure from Albania, he published his Souvenirs de la Haute-Albanie (Memories of High Albania), Paris 1901, a well-documented description of northern Albania of the period. The following excerpt is translated from his book, which is written in French, and recounts meeting Kapidan Marka Gjoni at his Sarajet.

“Marka Gjoni takes me to the first floor in a wing of his house, which he has somehow rebuilt, in order to stay there with his family. The bedroom, where I sit on Turkish style rugs and cushions, is completely whitewashed; some weapons are hung on the walls. Two narrow grated windows pierced into a veritable fortress wall give this room a middle-aged appearance, completed by a very narrow fireplace four to five meters high. In the blackened space hangs a wrought iron gate, on which we use to burn pieces of pine wood for light; a small petroleum wall lamp, with a tin reflector, which I see on a wall, denotes that a little civilization has infiltrated so far, at the expense of color.”

“A fine sample of the Mirdite breed, the Kaimacam is a first cousin of Prenk Bib Doda, and, according to the lineage of the family, would succeed him in the event of death; the Imperial Government, taking into consideration this quality of heir, entrusted to him this post which is equivalent to that of chief of Mirdite and gives him a small salary, he hopes thus to have it a little easier. He receives me kindly, replies with complacency to the many questions that I ask him about the customs of the mountain; during all this time, the door left open is encumbered by his guards who follow the interview with interest; the visit of a foreigner, of a French consul, above all, who had not come in twenty-eight years, is so extraordinary that, despite the care they took to conceal their curiosity, it is east to see that my arrival is an event that they will discuss for a long time. I take leave of Mark who, according to custom, supervises my departure, and follows us for a long time with his eyes in order to be certain that no accident will occur when leaving his house.”

Edith Durham (1863-1944) was a British artist, anthropologist, noted Albanophile and writer who became famous for her anthropological accounts of life in Albania in the early 20th century. She visited the Sarajet in 1908.

Orosh, the Palace of the Kapidan of Orosh

French travel writer, Gabriel Louis-Jaray (1880-1964), visited Albania in 1909-1910 and again later in August 1919, and travelled extensively in the country. He visited the Sarajet and Kapidan Marka Gjoni c.1910.

“One afternoon, we push to the palace of the Captain of Orosh, a real fortress, once destroyed by Turkish cannon and since then rebuilt; next to the current house, huge blocks still lie as if to recall the struggle of yesteryear. In front of the new construction, a terrace dominates the valley and communicates easily by signals with the Church of Orosh, located one hour from here.”

“Marka Gjoni, commonly known as Kapidan of Orosh, is the village chief; he is one of the members of the great Dukagjin family, from which the prince of Mirdites comes. His rich estates cover a part of this country, however, the interior of his dwelling is as simple as the Albanian houses which I have already visited; he is distinguished from all by his costume, because he has adopted European clothing, except the hat; were it not for the fez he wears, one could take him for a visibly wealthy western peasant, commanding a world of cultivators. He is a man of around forty years, tall and handsome, who alone of all the Albanians here does not circulate with any weapons other than a cane, which he uses as a sign of command.”

Federico Valerio Ratti – Playwright, journalist, writer. Travelled to Albania c.1914.

“One day, while the battle between Prince Wied and the muslim insurrection was ongoing in Durazzo, I asked the Prince (Preng Bib Doda) of Mirdita if finally the compliments of the loyalists had won him over and would he finally join the government.”

“I will tell you an Albanian tale” he told me. “A long time ago a cat and a fox went together to the woods. At one point the fox asked the cat: “If by chance we come across some hunters, how many tricks in mind do you have to escape them?”

“I? One” said the cat. “Poor cat!” exclaimed the fox. “I have more than hundred in mind, I will know very well how to escape them, but how will you with only one?” Suddenly, some hunters who were hidden appeared. The cat, following his only thought, in two or three jumps leapt to the top of the tree; the fox hesitated for a second trying to decide the best trick among his and they cut his tail”.

“I am the cat” concluded Bib Doda, “And the tree is Orosh. Good day”.

Pio Bondioli (1890-1958) was an Italian journalist and historian. During the Great War (1918-1921) he was an official in Albania and Greece. In 1939 he published the book “Albania Quinta Sponda d’Italia”, where he described the location of the Sarajet in Orosh.

“…Oroshi. There is also the political center of Mirdita: the palace (saraj) of the princely Doda family, on the sides of a valley of dark serpentines in which the small Fan flows, stands out together with the white cathedral surrounded by about twenty kulle (towers) and defended by ramparts.

Lt. Col. W.F. Stirling

Lt. Col. Stirling held a couple of posts in Albania under King Zog’s regime (1923-1931. The last post was of Inspector General of Civil Administration. During his time in Albania he frequently explored the country. In August of 1930 he was a special guest at the wedding of Kapidan Gjon Marka Gjoni’s eldest son, Kapidan Mark Gjon Marku.

“Her father’s house was two days’ journey away, and an escort of some two hundred armed Mirdita mountaineers had already left to fetch her over the difficult trail. She had left her father’s house on horseback, and the only member of her family allowed to accompany her was her mother. Tradition demanded that she be seen by no one and so she rode enveloped in a veil of scarlet silk, mounted on a wire framework supported on her head. To ride thus blindfolded over those treacherous mountain tracks was surely a test of nerves from which even our own Amazons might shrink.”

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