FLASH
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Even the Academy of Sciences has not accepted that its library has even one piece of Ismet Elezit's hundred scientific works.
The first one who had his face ironed and didn't know why he was there or what he was looking for was the President of the Republic. I saw him in detail... The others less so than him.
The great judge had entered 'offside' in a hall of statesmen, where he now has no business.
Ismet Elezi, professor of Criminal Law, in times of great crime (like the Great Depression or the Great Winter), is the most unemployed man. SPAK, with twenty petri dishes, is suppressing crime with few means: Some construction, some palaces, some tricks, some ignorance, with a few lectures from the FBI..., and that's it.
The professor has no job.
To say it's a sin is an understatement... Penalties everywhere, but the greatest penalty taker of all time has no business.
No one wants it. 'Who' doesn't mean anything to me, forgive me for using it. Because 'no one wants it' means that the people don't want it. But what place do the people have with Justice, even more so with Criminal Justice? The people, after all, have honesty and sincerity; and that's their duty, the basic one. What about the president, what about the minister, what about the judge, what about the prosecutor, what about the criminal, what about the defendant?...
"What are these prosecutors?" the professor had vented one day to his friend, the distinguished lawyer, Njazi Jaho.
"They are also among those whose grade books you signed," said Njaziu.
He thought for a moment: "Yes, that's right, I signed them, but then they knocked on the other door!" he said ironically.
Ismet Elezi turned 105 two days ago.
They invited him to a university hall, and he came. The President of the Republic found out, and he said 'I'm coming too'. It seemed to me that everyone was looking around them with curiosity, 'they were looking at a 105-year-old man', and that was it. I felt like closing my eyes. Not a single nerve moved on their faces.
Apart from the students who didn't even understand why they had been invited to that hall. The President of the Republic himself had arrived just for a 'look'.
I felt sorry for the head of state. He was tired of ironing his face from one side to the other. 'Should he appreciate the professor and how?' He felt afraid. 'Would the people accept the praise for the professor, or would they demand the dismissal of the president?'. But what could these people from the political parties say?...
Every time one opinion was opposed to another, the president became more polished.
The head of state has surrendered to the truth.
Truth is not a religion for everyone. Truth is neither 'big' nor small. You either have it or you don't have it in your nostrils and you feel it.
Because the ultimate truth is this: Ismet Elezi has no title, no honor, no decoration, no honor granted by the head of state. There is no 'dog or cat' left without something tied around his neck.
Even the Academy of Sciences has not accepted that its library has even one piece of Ismet Elezit's hundred scientific works. It could be not a fixed 100, but 98 works, or even 102, but none of them in the National Academy.
This is not the worst.
The worst thing is pretense; there is nothing worse than pretense. The state, when it knows it doesn't have to, doesn't appear before a colossus of knowledge. Or just to prove that 'I saw Ismet Elezin too, put it on my CV and FB'.
Others too. Do you need Justice, as you say? And don't you need the Science and Practice of Justice? Impossible for Justice to exist only as bribery and ignorance. Without theory? Strange.... This is a pretense. Among us there are knowledgeable, worthy, fair and integrity-minded jurists..., where are they?. We raise and lower Duman, Duman's friend, the student of that other person's daughter...
They don't want the truth. Even when the truth turns 105 years old before their eyes, they haven't had a chance to see it.
First, because they don't want to see it, because they don't want the truth, except their own truth.
Second, that they are not ready to give their lives for the truth. In this parliamentary election season, candidates should be asked: 'Would you give your life for the truth? Sign here!' Otherwise, we have nothing.
They don't even give a damn about cleanliness. Cleanliness is the first priority. Cleanliness is not achieved by making faces. Clarity, cleanliness, personal hygiene are a condition for existence. A sneeze on the face is a zero.
If you don't see these, this is not blindness, but cowardice. These people are afraid of Ismet Elezi, because Ismet Elezi belongs to the extinct 'dinosaurs', who came from the great schools of the world and with integrity. They pretend not to see the fear.
But Ismet Elezi, especially now after 105 years, has no time to waste on nonsense. 'I want the essential, because my soul is in a hurry now!', writes the famous artist, writer and journalist Mario de Andrade.
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