FLASH
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Besides the famous 'Idiot', for which he was an actor and director, Enver starred in films that gave any idiot the right to 'bury' Enver alive.
Yesterday, another great Albanian actor and director, Enver Petrovci, passed away. His funeral has not yet arrived; but where the grave will be is another matter.
When Dimitar Anagnosti, a few days ago, left a will to be buried in Vuno, he became before my eyes even more of an artist than he had been in his entire life. Vuno is the place to be buried, I said through my teeth. Anagnosti also has a birthplace. But even if he didn't have one, Anagnosti would choose that peaceful village, silent in its wonder, above the sea and above every farce that living man creates.
He would choose Vuno because that was his character: Far from banality, close to the most beautiful and silent thing God had created.
But where are the graves of other artists?
The year 2025 has seemed to me like the year that, more than any other, uprooted the oaks of our spiritual world forest, took great artists from us. The last was Enver Petrovci. Just before him, Robert Redford, a great actor and director. Bruce Willis is in very difficult moments. Music artists Garth Hudson, Roberta Flack, Sly Stone, Marianne Faithfull, Rick Derringer, and Rick Davies; actor Terence Stamp and songwriter Arthur Hamilton have left us.
A whole forest of large oaks in our lives, no matter which continent. That's why it feels like the year 2025 gave us a powerful blow. Even some of our artists like Anagnosti or Petrovci, are such oaks; even though we are a small country and have just come out of isolation.
Besides the famous 'Idiot', for which he was an actor and director, Enver starred in films that gave any idiot the right to 'bury' Enver alive. He starred in "Top je bio vreo", "The War Is Over", "Anatema", "Black Flowers", "Gorski vijenac", "Bolji zivot 2". One part in the Serbo-Croatian language. He had even studied and trained as an actor in Belgrade; this was even worse. They called him a traitor, they called him for praising Milosevic, they called him anti-Albanian. This, yes, was the grave they were preparing for Enver Petrovic. But even the physical grave would be a lost land, perhaps in a secret cemetery in Pristina, where no one else would visit him except his wife and son. Bekim Fehmiu, a great Albanian actor, studied in Belgrade, formed as an actor in this capital, one day got tired of the 'grave' opened by idiot nationalists, and gave it to himself. His will was not to have a grave; his ashes were thrown on the Prizren bridge and went into the sea. With this hatred, idiots also look at Robert De Niro, who call him an 'Albanian traitor' because he 'has Albanian origins', but he has Belgrade and Nobel laureate Ivo Andric at his heart.
For artists, if you don't make a 'grave' for them while they're still alive, your relationship with them takes unexpected turns. As it did with Esenin, on whose grave after 100 years fresh flowers are thrown every day and a white monument has been erected. But this is not the kind of grave that artists need. It is their Pantheon in the living where they go through life without attacks, without mud, without slander, without insults. Society must be stratified and systematized into artists, others and idiots...
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