FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
The wonder was why the DP in Shkodra would burn the place down and kill people supposedly in a demonstration on the day when the DP itself won over 70 percent. It should have been a day of celebration, not a day of mourning.
It was a morning like today, 1991. It was raining, but not that cold. The phone of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper RD had rung twice. On the other side came the news that 'two people had been killed in Shkodra'.
-I'm Perjaku, said the other.- They were killed in the demonstration!
His voice was trembling. He was one of the most active activists of the DP in Shkodra. I don't know why that day he only said his last name.
What was I to do? The new offices of the DP on Kavaja Street didn't have a telephone yet. I arrived. I hurriedly opened the office of the chairman.
-They tell me that two people were killed in Shkodra! Do you know anything?
Azem was getting ready to leave for Shkodra. He had returned late last night. The others didn't show any alarm on their faces either.
I returned to Fortuzi Street, where the editorial office was located.
That was the day when the True Democratic Party emerged. That day, four young people were killed in Shkodra. Among them, the best of the December Students, Arben Broci. A real student, this one too. Neither a porter, nor a hooligan, nor a pocket knife holder, nor a racketeer. He could have created a human profile for the DP. He was killed.
That was the day, the day that gave birth to heroes and anti-heroes. The day that pleased the murdered and the murderers.
Arben Broci was not of the old model who was happy with the noise of the Party, nor with the revolutionary spirit that 'I give my life for the Party'. On April 2, they called him to kill him. On April 1, he had received the news that the DP had won in Shkodra and had given himself the right to enjoy it as mildly as it was. They searched for him and found him in the Shkodra castle, where he had gone for a walk or a coffee. They brought him in hastily and killed him. While Luljeta, his mother and his family tried to make him 'satisfied'.
The leaders would go to her house, pose, make promises, and chant slogans. She, overcome with grief, was in a small apartment at the entrance to Shkodra.
The wonder lay in the fact that the DP in Shkodra would burn the place down and kill people supposedly in a demonstration on the day when the DP itself won over 70 percent. It should have been a day of celebration, not a day of death.
Apparently it was genetic for the DP. This was where its true profile should have been created. Four young men were killed in the DP demonstration. Part of the city was burned.
What remained? To this day, only a few Shkodra residents are left with the old mindset that the DP was anti-communist and democratic. Those with fixed minds are pleased with themselves, but even people with eyes in their foreheads are pleased, on the other hand.
The families of the murdered remained dissatisfied, but they also remained satisfied. Because they received some post or were praised in meetings as 'martyrs' families'. It seemed that Pjetër Arbnori also remained dissatisfied as the leader of the DP in Shkodra, but ultimately there was no reason. They made him 'big' in the DP, even though no one asked him on April 2. Pjetër was gentle, he was not for violence; that's why they avoided him then.
Azem Hajdari arrived in Shkodra on the morning of April 2. He was also pleased. A notice had been posted in the city, posted on posts, that when he had been a soldier, Azem had been declared mentally incapable of carrying weapons. With this fire in Shkodra, every piece of evidence was burned.
Professor Jup Kastrati, the nation's great linguist and Albanologist, was very shocked, but in the end he remained satisfied. He saw the militants setting fire to the Great Library, and ran to the Police. Dilaver Papare deployed the forces and the Library was saved. Qazim Gjoni, the DP judge, declared the act of saving the Library a criminal act. Ali Spahia, who received the exclusive right to treat the dead, remained satisfied.
The doctor who had been convicted of dirty work in communism was now being rehabilitated. The party was interested in none of the four surviving, and Aliu succeeded. Later, his own son, who is now an MP, was pleased, but Aliu did not survive the ordeal after the great crime of Shkodra. The sons and all the sons of those who were killed in the DP were drawn to Berisha as his inner circle. They are satisfied.
Two Yugoslav journalists who were in Shkodra until the moment of the murder, left satisfied. One of them was known as an agent of the UDB, but was hiding in the Court.
The only one who was declared a Hero was Gramoz Ruçi, a communist. He had been a minister. They arrested him and brought him to court. They even opened the television screen, thinking that they would 'open a hole' for Gramoz Ruçi.
In fact, there the communist shone with facts and evidence that the 4 DP martyrs had been killed from within himself. Although he never proved to be 'satisfied'.
Only one date in the series of dates remains as a 'Happy Emoji' on our calendar. It is March 31, 1991. The first pluralist elections. The last elections that were held fairly and honestly. The DP never reached the standard of communism.
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