FLASH
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Like Anastas Janullatos, it is unlikely that a man like him would die in such a long time. He deserves to be a long-term watchman.
Tomorrow, January 30th, he goes to the grave. He also has to be the grave guard.
In the ancient habitat of Scottish Catholics (but also in our lands), the last person to die is called the grave keeper until a second person like him dies.
Like Anastas Janullatos, it is unlikely that a man like him would die in such a long time. He deserves to be a long-term watchman.
Even in his lifetime, the Orthodox Christian Archbishop, it fell to him to be as biblical as in his 'death'. The very last journey from the Metropolis of Athens to the Church and Tomb in Tirana, makes you think, as most people think, that 'a hand up there arranges these things' and sends us images of himself. Anastas Janullatos, although in these modern times of speed, started the journey of some 800 kilometers the day before yesterday at 12:00 and arrived here around 16:00.
28 hours.
Right at the beginning of his testimony, Anastasi repeated the suffering of the Athens-Tirana journey and vice versa. Albanian emigrants have traveled so painfully and long, at the end of history with tragedies between the two countries. Mountains, roads and no roads, rivers like movie stunts, shelters of churches and far from military vehicles... This is how the lives of the poor who turned to Greece to find 'the good life' have passed. Oh the good life, oh nothing! When 28 hours had passed, as Anastasi's biblical journey took place, parents and siblings here in Albania would have received news: Either they had arrived alive and 'now you had to let go of your anxiety', or it was learned that 'your son did not make it that way'.
Anastasi finally made the journey himself from Athens to Tirana, in 28 hours.
For 33 years, as long as Christ himself, Anastas Janullatos did everything that the most ordinary Albanian man did. He came to this country in the coldest and darkest days that 'God had made'. The 1990s were years without heating points, without layers, without bread, with mud and with screams. A young philosopher who came, but on a mission, from America, said that 'here in Albania there are many poets for this very reason; because here without light what can you do, sit at the window, smoke and write verses'.
At that time, Anastasi was also behind a cold mosque, somewhere on Kavaja Street. He thought, he was raising the kalkan, except he didn't smoke. Thus he raised the Albanian Orthodox Church, from a dream, from a ruin, from prejudice and from nails..., and made it a faith, a work, a lesson for the people.
From his window he saw it all. The church on Kavaja Street, also often without light and always cold. In a communist hut like a small balcony inside the church, he began to receive dignitaries, foreign and local, as in a child's game as if 'Albania also has aristocratic lodges'.
Why did he have to accept the ugly truth? He didn't allow it for himself or anyone else.
Then they cursed him, just as the Greeks cursed Albanian refugees in Greece. Then they shot his apartment with a sniper aiming for his life, just like in the bad stories between the two countries. Then political leaders set him a 'time' when he had to leave and go back to where he came from. The clock was 'ticking' non-stop, but they never managed.
Four presidents of the Republic of Albania have been committed to the 'removal of 'Greek Anastasius', from where he had come; three Muslims and one Orthodox. An entire constitution was built with hundreds of paragraphs like a bush in an 'ambush' against Anastasius. A single article was hidden in the Constitution and it said that 'priests of foreign nationality are not allowed'... The entire legal edifice was built for this. But the Constitution (1994) fell, not Anastasius. Fortunately.
Anastas Janullatos did not prove himself as a 'hero', but rather as a traveler. He never thought that he was 'alone'. The enlightened ones hold the world.
From tomorrow he will be like a guardian candle at the grave, until another like him comes. That day will be far away.
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