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Shkruar nga Roland Lami
The nightmare of the DP logo has thus become the purest form of political addiction...
The Albanian right today resembles a mystical ritual, the one where its people endlessly circle around a half-abandoned but still holy and hopeful building. They cannot enter because some inside do not allow them, but they cannot leave it either because they see hope inside and in these conditions they simply circle around it. Like in a political version of the myth of Sisyphus, only the stone of hope is not pushed up to the top of the DP building but circulates around it. This building, whether for those inside or for those outside, has in their belief acquired the status of a waqf. Those outside are convinced that without it there is no political future, while those inside believe more and more every day that change hits those who see it and takes away their right to enjoy the fruits of being in that building.
The nightmare of the DP logo has thus become the purest form of political dependence. The excluded do not seek to build something else, but to return under the same emblem that excluded them. They do not seek representation, but return. But they say leave us inside and we will reform. A kind of nightmare that only there can you exist politically. As if it were a religion without an alternative, where the greatest heresy is to think of a party outside of it.
Meanwhile, those inside the building rightly say to themselves, why reform when the lack of an alternative outside the DP guarantees survival? Why run away from it, where everyone sees the political perspective while being inside it?
This tragicomic belief is the purest form of the right's representation crisis today, not just a disconnection from the electorate, but the conviction that the electorate has nowhere else to go but to the DP. So a party that no longer represents, but that survives because no one dares to offer a different alternative to the unrepresented right.
Meanwhile, quite a few polls show that outside this circle, there is a much larger mass of people willing to vote for a new force, which does not resemble the political establishment and is far from new parties. But this potential majority remains on paper because no one comes to translate it into structure, into organization, into an alternative. Everyone expects change to come from within what does not change, that is, from the DP building. So we have a scene that even Franz Kafka would envy, people waiting in front of a door that does not open, convinced that the future is hidden behind it. They do not knock but simply wait. And waiting has become their own politics.
Meanwhile, the future could have been built elsewhere, in a new space, without this door and without this waiting. But the nightmare of the logo is stronger than any project, it keeps them in orbit, like an invisible gravity that does not allow you to leave the circle, even when the circle does not lead you anywhere. Instead of having today a real competition for leadership in a new right with ideas that clash, figures that challenge each other and an electorate that mobilizes, we have another spectacle of people staring at the same door, waiting for some “miracle” from within. Not to change something, but to be called inside. Not to build, but to be accepted. As in a permanent ritual of passive hope, where political ambition is reduced to an invitation that never comes.
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