FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
Yesterday people gathered here 'for thoughts', and after all this is also a thought, albeit a crazy thought. The Pantheon itself has the 'strangest' shape of its kind in the world.
Yesterday in Fishta, on the side of the road, where there used to be a cross and where there is a lake, Edi Rama inaugurated a Pantheon dedicated to Gjergj Fishta and Menditim...
Finally it happened in Fishta! For years everyone has been arguing about who has Fishta; and what is Fishta, 'the village or the Father?'. Until the name became known all over the world, thanks to Altin Prenga of Mriz Agroturizm.... Initially, Father Gjergj Fishta did not even have Fishta. He had not even heard of a man named 'Gjergj Fishta'. Father Gjergji was then 'Zef Ndokë Ndoci'.
I'm afraid that someone who is spying against today's Pantheon, or against the personality of Father Fishta, is at this moment having their eyes light up: 'Look, Fishta has also changed his name, send him to SPAK!'
But that doesn't hold water in this case.
Edi Rama unveiled it yesterday, and inaugurated it as a work of the Albanian Government after 85 years of Fishta's 'lifelessness'.
Yesterday people gathered here 'for thoughts', and after all this is also a thought, albeit a crazy thought. The Pantheon itself has the 'strangest' shape of its kind in the world.
This is not like the Pantheon in Rome, nor like Cheops. No. This is an imitation of a miriditor tower, in the most prominent values of the tower of Paci (Gjergj Fishta) in Domgjon. There is a small hall, the size of the assembly chambers; but there are books here. Then, outside there are stairs; stairs like the initiatory snail of Paris. The snail stairs, instead of leading to the Sacrè Couer, do not go there but walk through the hills towards the West. There is the house where Father Gjergj Fishta grew up. Until two or three years ago, there was nothing. The communist sentence of abandonment against Father Gjergj Fishta seemed to still be continuing. During the years of socialism, the cooperative's sheep and one of the shepherds were sheltered there. How often have I wanted to call that remaining bed, degraded to the bone, as if it had been Gjergj Fishta's bed!
Yesterday, the road was inaugurated, which starts from the birthplace of Zef Ndokë Ndoci (alias Gjergj Fishta), where not a single stone had been left from home..., and ends here. 3 kilometers, reflection stations along the path to the shelter where Fishta probably wrote part of his work. It is called the Fishta Thought Path. Surely this Path will become a Star of knowledge and curiosity for thousands of visitors, from the country and from the world, to attend an 'Academy'. This amphitheater itself is designed in reflection.
This is how Father Gjergj Fishta himself had traveled, as if in reflection. His father had come down for days and nights from Mirdita, a village at the foot of Munella. Some say he came to 'herd' the cattle and some that he was 'running away from blood'. Even then, there was conflict, quarreling among the Vedi. Within Gjergj Fishta's tribe, there are still two or three parties that fight and quarrel among the Vedi, who has Fishta. Because we are human beings, who doesn't want the best!? But now the spaces have expanded, there is no room for quarreling.
Many people think that George was Fishtë from the beginning; maybe they think he was Padre too. No. Here's the 'path of the gene' that brought them here:
Simon Ndoci (Father Fishta's grandfather) Ndok Simoni (Gjergj Fishta's father), Lek Ndoka (brother), Ndue Leka, Gjin Leka, Shuk Leka, Mark Leka, Kel Leka (5 sons of Fishta's brother). Gjergj Fishta himself, with the first name Zef Ndokë Ndoci.
Perhaps from this 'Roman Catholic' style of names you could say that another path, of thoughts, also came to life. Doesn't this genetic sequence also seem like a path?!
The work's beginnings have begun nearby. In 2020, Altin Prenga of Mrizit i Zanave built the path of the same name, 'of Thoughts'. The path started at the dictatorship-era bunker and wound through the forest of Kodra e Mrizit, through pines, oaks and oaks; it stopped at 'stations' where Gjergj Fishta's thoughts were read, engraved on marble slabs like in history museums, and then returned. I have walked that path many times with my little nephew. Nothing comes without something...
Thus was born this 'Path' as the Pantheon of Thought that was inaugurated yesterday by the Prime Minister of the Republic. Finally it happened in Fishta; what was disputed, but also conceived here, turned into action here. Father Gjergj Fishta was probably lucky that they had left him aside, at least they did not have the chance to disfigure the disfigured.
Lini një Përgjigje