FLASH
Shkruar nga Arben Llangozi
In a country where thugs feel safer than citizens, and where the police are seen as a nuisance, not an obligation, "The police we love" is simply a slogan they use when they are in a mood. Maybe we should invent another slogan, "The police who smoke cigars while the citizens ask for help."
Yesterday I had the "misfortune" of coming face to face with the glorious reality of what is officially called the "State Police".
I left Tirana for Borsh to follow up on a flagrant case, my client's property had been violated by some individuals with bandit-like behavior. I thought I would face the usual injustice, but I didn't expect that the injustice would also be accompanied by state arrogance.
As I approached the place, the bandits not only did not fear the law, but they felt so secure that they blocked my path, demanded an accounting from me, and attempted to prevent me from practicing my duty as a lawyer.
And of course, as a responsible citizen, I called the police because I believed, like any naive idealist, that “the police we want” would come. Do you know what happened? Nothing! Only silence and disappointment came.
When I went to the Himara police station myself, I thought: “Now I will find a solution.” And indeed I found… a police chief with a cigar in his hand, radiating self-importance and public contempt.
With a haughtiness that could not be hidden behind the cigar smoke, it became clear that he was not there to listen to me, much less to act.
In a country where thugs feel safer than citizens, and where the police are seen as a nuisance, not an obligation, "The police we love" is simply a slogan they use when they are in a mood. Maybe we should invent another slogan, "The police who smoke cigars while the citizens ask for help."
After a long debate with this “chief of thugs”, I was forced to leave and go to Vlora to file a report about the threats against me made by the bandits. The Director of the Vlora Police was informed by me and during the conversation he politely asked me to return to the Himara police station, simply to file the report, and promised me that he would personally take care of the rest for law enforcement.
The classic advice the director gave me was, "Go back and file a report, and trust me."
I go back to the police station. Who comes out first? Yes, again the boss with the cigar, who continued the debate with the same arrogance as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, the Police Supervision Agency (AMP) in Vlora is also informed and asked that a report be filed against the cigar boss. But the AMP officer friendly informs the cigar boss that a report will be filed against him.
He calmly, even with a slight cynical smile, openly implies that "the report will not be taken seriously," because the AMP officer is a friend and will help him.
And so I am today, awaiting the promise of a police director who, from the way things are going, is very likely to become the next link in the chain of silence and inaction.
Yes, this is the "police we want" in speeches.
In reality, we have a police force that gives citizens promises, bandits space, and itself cigars.
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