FLASH
Shkruar nga Luçiano Boçi
Today's revolt becomes more honest when it accepts yesterday's silence. Don't use the flamingo as a leaf, use it as a mirror, where you can clearly see yourself and clearly see that the opposition is not the same as the government...
Adam, I was delighted when I saw you in the corner of the screen, among the angry citizens, speaking clearly, revolted, with a flamingo in your hand as a symbol of Zvërnec.
Adam had not seen you for a long time, except for the nights when you would come out with a different appearance (disfigured) to throw mud at us as children of Eve and rejoice with Rama.
It's okay, Adam! Of course.
However, I do not believe that you came there to seek the missing forgiveness of original and continuing sin.
I don't believe you came to rehash the old trial, where the blame was sometimes placed on the serpent, sometimes on Eve, and never on the man who remained silent when he should have been held responsible.
I know, Adam, that you are very upset by the arrogance of those who pretend to be God and those who decide about the earth, the sky, the sea, the forest, the heritage, the memory, and the future, as if they were the private property of their temporary power.
I've tried it myself on my skin and eyes and it hurts just thinking about it, not just touching it. And I believe Adam that this gives way to your annoyance. I saw you very revolted, Adam. And you're right.
I am sincerely with you, Adam, until the end, not because I have been waiting for you with difficulty, but because man's revolt against false gods and injustice heals the soul of society.
A society with Adams who don't revolt is not calm, it is numb. It is not mature at all, on the contrary, it is surrendered.
So bravo Adam!
But something burned within my soul and conscience, Adam, as I saw within your unstoppable pathos, that incurable "small" "sin", that desire to simultaneously make the devil (the serpent) and Eve guilty.
And from this I have some questions for you, Adam, that I am telling you openly without shame, without thinking that you will be upset. Where were you, Adam, when we were protesting and fighting the devil hand in hand?!
Where were you, Adam, when Rama was stealing votes in front of you and everyone else's eyes and you were rubbing his power so that it would grow even more?!
Where were you, Adam, when we raised our voices against the law on protected areas?! Where were you, Adam, when we said that nature cannot be treated like a building plot, nor like a business map in government offices?!
Where were you, Adam, when we warned that removing legal protection from protected areas was not modernization, but opening the door to concrete?!
Where were you, Adam, when we were shouting that Zvërnec, Thethi, Dhërmi, etc., are not a piece of land without memory, but a space where nature, history, faith and heritage coexist like in a rare Albanian icon?!
Where were you, Adam, when we were opposing the cultural heritage law?!
Ku ishe ti kur ne paralajmëronim se një vend që e sheh trashëgiminë si pengesë për investimin, shumë shpejt do ta shohë identitetin si barrë të mundimshme që duhet zhdukur?!
Ku ishe ti, Adam, kur ne revoltoheshim se pushteti po i jepte vetes të drejtën të hynte në tempuj, në monumente, në kujtesë, në bregdet, në pyje, në ishuj, dhe t’i kthente të gjitha në mall tregu?!
Ku ishe ti, Adam, kur tek përtypje “mollën e mëkatit” shtriqeshe në divan në parajsën tënde të rreme, duke nënqeshur me zemërimin tonë e pëplasjen tonë me krimin e policinë e djallit?!
Ku ishe ti kur batutat e Ramës përplaseshin mbi protestat tona si gurë mbi një dritë?
Ku ishe ti kur ata që sot shqetësohen, atëherë loznin me fjalët e tij, duartrokisnin cinizmin e tij, shpërndanin batutat e tij dhe e quanin alarmizëm atë që sot e prekin si plagë?!
Ku ishe ti, Adam, kur na akuzonin se ne po trembnim qytetarët me protestat tona?!
Ku ishe ti kur na quanin pengesë të zhvillimit, armiq të investimeve, njerëz të mbetur pas, sepse kërkonim transparencë, ligj, debat dhe respekt për vendin?!
Sepse, Adam, mëkati nuk nis ditën kur shfaqet ekskavatori, alias “molla”.
Mëkati nis më herët. Nis kur heshtet për ligjin. Nis kur qesh me paralajmërimin. Nis kur e quan opozitën zhurmë. Nis kur i jep pushtetit të drejtë të pakufizuar vetëm sepse për momentin nuk të prek ty.
Nis kur mendon me zë se “Nuk është puna ime.” Dhe pastaj vjen dita kur puna bëhet e të gjithëve.
Vjen dita kur flamingoja del nga metafora dhe kthehet në shenjë alarmi. Vjen dita kur deti nuk është më peizazh, por dosje që ha vetë detin. Vjen dita kur pylli nuk është më natyrë, por interes që rrëmbehet.
Vjen dita kur trashëgimia nuk është më kujtesë, por pengesë për projektin e radhës. Vjen dita kur njeriu zgjohet dhe e kupton se nuk ishte jashtë historisë. Ishte brenda saj, por kishte zgjedhur të mos fliste.
Prandaj pyetja ime nuk është kundër teje, Adam. Është për ty! Është për mua! Është për të gjithë ne!
Sepse çdo shoqëri ka çastin e vet kur Zoti, historia, ndërgjegjja, apo thjesht e vërteta, e thërret nga errësira dhe e pyet thjesht fare:
Ku ishe ti, Adam?!
Ku ishe kur ligji kalonte?!
Ku ishe kur zëri ngrihej?!
Ku ishe kur natyra kërkonte mbrojtje?!
Ku ishe kur trashëgimia kërkonte kujdes e dashuri?!
Ku ishe kur ata që sot janë të revoltuar dhe mirë bëjnë shumë mirë, dje i quanin ose pranonin që protestuesit e opozitës janë pengesë, qesharakë, të vonuar, të tepërt?!
Nuk po të kërkoj të mos revoltohesh sot, Adam.
Përkundrazi.
Revoltohu!
Ngrihu!
Fol!
Unë, ne të gjithë, jemi me ty Adam, megjithë mëkatin që s’të ndahet, kundër djallit e për ta shkulur atë. Mbaje flamingon lart me zërin e fortë dhe pa u tërhequr!
Por mos harro se revolta e sotme bëhet më e ndershme kur pranon heshtjen e djeshme. Mos e përdor flamingon si gjethe, përdore si pasqyrë, ku të dallosh mire veten e të dallosh mirë se opozita nuk është e njëjtë me pushtetin.
Because it is not enough to go out into the garden after the fruit has been plucked. It is not enough to curse the snake after you have seen the tree become bare. It is not enough to look for the guilty only when the shadow of error falls on your doorstep.
You must have been there when the seed of sin was planted. You must have been there when we screamed. You must have been there when we were told we were overreacting. You must have been there when power was learning that it could take everything, because people were either silent, or laughing, or waiting their turn for injustice to knock on their door.
So, Adam, welcome to the revolt! A little late, but welcome. Because it is better to be a late riser than a never riser. But be careful!
Do not turn revolt into an alibi like Eve once did. Do not use anger to hide the absence when it was necessary. Do not leave the blame only to the serpent (the devil), and certainly not to Eve, Adam! Because in every story of the fall there is also an Adam who remained silent.
And the question remains. Not as an accusation, but as a full encouragement to continue. Not as a political jab, but as a moral call. Where were you, Adam?! And, most importantly: Where will you be tomorrow, if you are not with the opposition today?!
Don't forget!
The arrogance of those who today behave like omnipotent Gods was not born overnight.
It was nourished, grew, and fattened by every ironic laugh you gave, every careless "like" on social media, and every time you chose to look with indifference at the opposition's struggle.
Therefore, Adam, only when you accept that the opposition was and is right and when you understand that the fight for justice is a fierce political battle against a regime without rules, only then will no one ask you ironically anymore,
Where were you, Adam?!)
Po ik o Boci se kur dolet nuk mblodhet as 20 persona! Nuk ju do njeri, jeni te mbaruar, te korruptuar. Njerezit ju evitojne si zgjeben..