The media pack, especially television, in Kukes is proof of how packaged journalism has now become. Thousands of volunteers for this rebel force have made their own way to Albania and have arrived in Kukes. Along these streets, by day and night, a great tide of swirling humanity continues moving, the huge never-ending exodus of the ethnically cleansed. One French reporter has been wounded this week at the border, but still they try. Everyone tries to keep the details to themselves, so that some evenings at the two journalist watering-holes, Bar America and the Galica hotel, resemble witches' covens, with little knots of untidy journalists earnestly plotting, falling silent as colleagues approach.
Rape is the latest fashion.
At least, so far. Meanwhile, some reporters comb the new arrivals, asking each if they know anyone who has been raped. If not, they move on. The Sun has had a team in Kukes - sent to find a particular family, who were snapped by a photographer earlier in the crisis. Some of the best stories go uncovered.