FLASH
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Those who search in sea bays, in mountain slopes, in pirate caves, on beaches with luxury prices..., these are looking for 'evil'. At this point, they join the psychosis of 'Gazi t Dega' and the paranoia of the peasant from Perlati.
There is no other comparison with those who are following the beach from corner to corner to find it somewhere bad.... If they caught it empty, they will shout: 'here it is, we saw it empty', then joy rises to the sky:
"We told you that tourism has failed, we have facts!". Another comparison could be made, which people made before Dega's 'Soviet Gas' machine was invented. The comparison was with the sheep and the goat..., how the goat once saw the sheep... Once they find the beach empty, and videos, voices, writings, hysteria, slogans, memes fly..., all as if they 'discovered Moscow!'
This story of 'Gazi' has a closer connection. A few days ago, a lawyer friend of mine who I now call a writer published a story. I knew the real event, he had told me himself. It had happened together with Gazi e Dega. This then was 'thmi', as they say to the child in Mirdi; but the scene he saw is imprinted on him. His family was declassified, some educated in the West and some unhappy. One of the men of the family, as soon as he got out of prison, they took him back. His act, which had turned into a tic, is as ironic as the irony of Socrates: He always kept a bundle with two spoils by his side, ready for prison. Whenever he saw a car raising dust on the village road, he would take the bag and make money. He didn't want to make others sad…
But that day those who came by car 'were not those of the Branch'.
-Who are you?, they ask him
- He, then, the one you are looking for in prison, - he answered.
The newcomers dispersed. 'We have come to check hygiene - they said - do you have toilets in your house?'
The other one left the bohce and went a hundred meters down the road to where they had named it 'toilet'.
Those who search in sea bays, in mountain slopes, in pirate caves, on beaches with luxury prices..., these are looking for 'evil'. At this point, they join the psychosis of 'Gazi t Dega' and the paranoia of the peasant from Perlati. 'Gazi' was called a 4×4 car, Soviet production, and it was called 'Dega', because it tracked disaffected people, with hostile biographies, on the verge of prison... The question is what is called 'hostility' in this time in which we live, or the evil that is traced 'with the horse's feet', as it is said somewhere in Shkodër? Evil is 'joyful' to its followers. If there are no tourists on the beach, then this is joyful (!) .
This summer, in our country, a great competition broke out between politicians, journalists, servants of distant policies, Kosovar Albin Kurti..., who can capture the worst image. How would it be then that the car in Perlat could not find the toilets, and then that would be 'proof' of evil. Although Albania has become a fantastic discovery for the world of tourism, from zero it has climbed to the sky; this even worse encourages them to paint it 'bad'. Although this summer there are almost double the number of tourists in our country than last year, this does not apply to the 'proof of evil'. In the whole body of this kind of man lies the apparatus where the evil of the country is focused. Evil is sought; even when it is not, it is required. A toilet was required in the village then... But why do they love their country, their nation, that is, themselves as 'bad' and 'hopeless'? The question has no answer. If only the question was understood, you could call it half the answer. Our writer Ismail Kadare says that "nations are attacked... they are attacked and die". Nations are attacked from many directions, but especially from themselves," he says.
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