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Aleksandër Lilo, the director of the Municipal Police, has built his empire on occupied sidewalks, privatized beaches, and imposed fines.
In the beautiful coastal city, where once the wind blew freely and citizens walked peacefully along the promenade, today a modern "sheikh" rules, not from Arabia, but from the offices of the Saranda Municipality.
Aleksandër Lilo, the director of the Municipal Police, has built his empire on occupied sidewalks, privatized beaches, and imposed fines. No one moves freely in Saranda anymore without first passing through his personal coffers – a vault where every dirty lek receives institutional blessing.
Public spaces are no longer public, but have been transformed into daily rental plots, temporarily owned by Lilo's friends and those who pay obediently.
Small businesses rise and fall at his whims, while the city increasingly resembles an open market of corruption, where the director is like an owner with the key in his pocket.
But Aleksandër Lilo's story doesn't stop at fines and illegal permits. He has long been rumored to have shady connections with organized criminal groups involved in drug trafficking in the south of the country.
Instead of being a dividing wall between lawlessness and the city, it has become a bridge. The Municipal Police offices have become a mediation office for every offender who pays and for every friend who needs to be protected.
In Saranda, the law no longer asks, it asks "do you know Lilo?" The roads are blocked, citizens are drowned in arrogance and the business of justice has passed into private hands. This modern sheikh does not need tourism, he has his own profit system, from kiosk permits, to bargaining for parking spaces, from fines for ice cream carts to "gestures of understanding" for unauthorized construction.
In a city where summers should be full of light, Aleksandër Lilo has brought shade. In a city that should be for everyone, he has turned it into the property of a few paid ones.
In a city that needs development, he sows only concrete and fear. All of Saranda today resembles a private resort where the bill is counted in hand, and approval is sealed with silence as long as payment is made properly.
The Sheikh of Saranda does not need a crown, the seal of the fine and the silence of the authorities are enough. In this story, the city is a hostage, the public is a client and the law, just a flag that waves for decoration./ In-Front.org
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