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Shkruar nga Ylli Pata
Often, doctors unleashed their cultivated fantasy in surreal "one-cuckoo's nest" environments, their frustration over some pragmatic dissatisfaction, and produced some "reaction" that served as bombastic material for tabloid newspapers.
The adventures of Professor Pilinç, who travels with his American-style escort from north to south, have filled the summer and the portals after the "boring" May 11th of this year.
On social media, the harsh reaction of some political and media figures to the fun atmosphere that the professor from New Jersey is spreading has not been delayed.
Someone mocks him, someone else challenges him to a duel from another city in the US, cursing him back and forth, as if he were at the neighborhood bar.
There are many reasons to think that the summer stories of the professor, whose title it is unknown where he got it, are a bit like "woolly".
However, the fact is that Albanian politics has not lacked "woolly" people, whether they are the most entertaining, gentle or calm, or even the dangerous ones who have caused trouble, mainly live.
There was a man, who held the highest position in the state, who entered an office in the center of Tirana and shouted at the top of his lungs at several employees of the capital's municipality, kicking them out.
A little later, the atmosphere changed and we either had poems recited like in elementary school, or parallel bars and irons riding through the corners of Tirana.
But again, this is not a joke, as the Albanian Parliament has erupted in broad daylight.
Meanwhile, fists, belts, kicks, vases, tables, have been the refrain of political life for years and years.
A year ago, in front of the Albanian Parliament, a senior leader of the main opposition, after having removed all the MPs' chairs with his friends, took a small plastic bottle of gasoline from his pocket, poured it over them, took a piece of paper, lit it with a lighter and set fire to the armchairs of the people's representatives.
Meanwhile, cursing, blocking the podium, throwing boots, shouting in a loud voice, without any order, is a refrain that will likely resume in September.
An atmosphere that is transferred almost simultaneously from Parliament to the studio and dinner and of course to newspapers and portals. Where the argument for attacking the opponent is not only a thief and a criminal, but also a friend of a thief and a criminal, sold to a thief and a criminal, and so on.
This spirit, above all, as there are other reasons, has caused normal people in this country, or those who have two minds, and more than two years of schooling in their lives, to stay away from this "pavilion 17" that is Albanian politics.
Where, according to specifications, you can find, or you can invent, different genres of the wide range of mental illnesses.
Until the early 2000s, it was a national sport in the Albanian media to interview or consult with renowned psychiatrists to extract a politician's name from the vast register of their historical records.
Often, doctors unleashed their cultivated fantasy in surreal "one-cuckoo's nest" environments, their frustration over some pragmatic dissatisfaction, and produced some "reaction" that served as bombastic material for tabloid newspapers.
This breaking of the Hippocratic oath with a glass of money was never found out if it was true. But the fact is that at some point, cards or fake cards from the "blessed hospital" began to be published.
Political parties were fighting over who had the most "card" people in the leadership. In addition to direct words, stale "codes" were used, like the third round, and people watching generally held their noses when watching a political debate.
But then it happened as it happened. There were no more insults or accusations about who was the most naughty. There were simply characters who took over the screens and acted without any restraint.
Whether some are considered "investigative", others as "political or military analysts", or others who analyze in translated geometric figures, bombarding the greatest achievements of this civilization, such as scientific discoveries and mouthed "miracles" about a flat earth, cyclops, UFOs that party in the corners of Tirana, or the cabal that blindly solves the world's most complicated wars.
All you have to do is open the screen and Skype "analysts" from Tirana and Pristina burst in, predicting the end of the world, cursing with a bookworm, or crying with "oi" when someone tells them that there is someone on the other side who they had just had coffee with before entering the studio.
All this madness that has now become the norm cannot be excluded from the summer adventures of Professor Pëllumbi, who, compared to all of them, is much more entertaining...
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