FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
Morality, in this country, is a commodity that is sold cheaply before elections and bought dearly after them.
Edi Rama is today Albania's most famous thief, but not the inventor of theft. Since this state was created; from the captain to the minister, from the prefect to the prime minister, theft has been the only flag that has been held high without ever being lowered to half-mast.
Which state officials did not steal? Who did not build palaces with the taxes of the poor, while the latter barely keep their breath alive in the Albania of oblivion? Albanian politics, like a bloody circus, returns to the stage every four years to play the grotesque act of the campaign, where the same faces, the same promises, the same lies are distributed like candy to blind children who still hope.
The stench is flying this spring, like bees, 'flower to flower' and 'door to door', spreading the poisonous nectar of promises that will last four years like a great winter. Price cuts, pension increases, tax relief and support for young people, are words that come out of the filthy mouths of those who are licked and servile for four months, and for four years disappear in their luxury, hissing contemptuously in the ears of those who voted for them. Whoever does not become a cuckoo, becomes autistic. And whoever does not remain silent, burns.
The question we hear every day is: who will Sali Berisha beat? Edi Rama? Or maybe Yuri Kim? But the real question is this: who will speak for the truth? Neither Berisha takes the Paris file on Rama to SPAK, nor the 200 million dollars in tax havens in 2014, nor the assets of his brother Olsi, nor the financing network with the prime minister's family. Likewise, Rama does not mention Shkëlzeni, nor Berisha's sheikhs, nor the villas in Lalz, nor the palaces that were built with money from past tenders.
Morality, in this country, is a commodity that is sold cheaply before elections and bought dearly after them. Here politics is a stage where old thieves who were once deputies sit at the same table with new candidates who want to become thieves. All together, united to share the loot. And the people? The people follow this show like a tired crowd that has forgotten even to curse. The thief has become an ordinary part of the landscape. Like a tree that no longer bears fruit, but has its own shadow.
It seems that hand in hand, this international game is also letting Berisha and Rama pass through the smoke and fire of popular anger, towards a new power, but with the same hands.
This country no longer has elections. There is only the recycling of masks. Today you vote for the thief you like best, not for the man who will change something. Because justice is not sought here, but revenge. You don't vote for programs, but for the patronage that offers you a sack of flour, a job for your cousin, or an honor for your aunt who has been there for years. Democracy has turned into a cauldron where crime and politics have thrown their spices. And this is the soup that is served to us for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every four years./ Pamphlet
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