This month i was 1 week in Budva, montenegro: people, food and environment were awesome but the funniest part was noticing the faces of people.
You could easly differentiate the locals from the serbian tourists, who are like 70% of the population now that it's summer: serbians are in average a lot more noric and pale skinned while the montenegrians were overwelmingly northern albanian looking, typical malsor, light brown skins everywhere, very hairy and albanian like eyebrows, but very tall people, i mean, they impressed me even daugh i am not that short (1.88m), probably due to better food during the 70 years of communist regime due to their lack of a factor called enver hoxha
As a conclusion being there with them every day was a fantastic unexpected expirience, they all noticed i was albanian because i would speak it with my parents but unlike all the serbs in the restaurant kinda watching at us in a bad unwelcoming way montenegrians were very happy and welcoming, speaking with some of them who knew english, mostly younger people cuz the elders are ofc not so international as in every other european country, they would recognize that the albanian culture and ethnicity had a crucial role in the formation of their identity but the communist regime tried to eradicate this from their common knowledge by trying to mak them feel more serbian, but this of course failed and we have an indipendent montenegro now wich is a fantastic country with a very beautiful story in the background.
They even told me that the country is kinda split in two groups: a good 20-30% of them who are real serbs who don't like albanians at all or rather they don't have that much simpathy for them, and the majority who are montenegrians and really don't have anything against albanians if not as i told you recognise the medieval history of the country as a midway of "slavicity" and "albanianness".
Nice country, especially if you are albanians, you should visit.
+ It was very funny seing them speaking with each other: tone of voice, gestures, the way they would recognize each other in the streets and salute their friends, their loud way of talking, it was like as if they were some relatives of mine just talking in a foreign language.
And no, not talking about albanian muslim minority in ulqin or Plave dhe Guci, i was in Budva-Bar, orthodox serbian speaking people.