Do Transitional Administrations Fail?. A Comparative Study of the Kosovo and East Timor Experiences

The grounds were spacious with sweeping lawns and winding paths. As her mother drove her toward the administration building, Sharon studied the students who were strolling through the grounds. The girls were wearing blue skirts and white blouses that were obviously the school uniforms. After Nadine parked the car, she and Sharon entered the school and were sent to the director's office. Both Nadine and her daughter were impressed by the handsome features of the man sitting behind the desk. He was in his early forties with dark curly hair, tinted with silver around the temples, and had a pair of steel-blue eyes that seemed so beautifully intense. "I'm Peter Warner," he smiled, rising from his chair to greet Nadine and her daughter. "I'm the school director." "How do you do, Mr. Warner," beamed Nadine, duly impressed with the man's impeccable appearance and manners. "I'm… Nadine Parker and this is my daughter, Sharon, who'll be attending school this summer." "And what a lovely young lady," he beamed at Sharon. "Now please be seated." Peter Warner spent the next half hour explaining the school's program to them, and Nadine was impressed ...»