FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
I couldn't read that news today, except I saw the headline. I've never read this news, nor will I. Not only because it takes my breath away, but because I feel like I'm hearing evil happen to angels. The best behavior, the behavior of the bloodsuckers. They knock softly, without a loud voice.
It felt like I was on that street corner. It felt like I couldn't breathe, I was wishing it would be night, that I wouldn't see anything. I just read the headline of the news that a car had hit and killed a 7-year-old child between Elbasan and Librazhd. I was immediately overwhelmed by the sight of the seven-year-old child.
I went around the headlines, but I couldn't stop here. I will never open this news. What happened could not be announced by news. The messenger for children, even in ancient times, did not make a sound from mountain to mountain. For the child, in my childhood and in my country, the church bells would come and knock lightly on the door: 'a disaster has happened'.
When I open the news, I feel like I'm helping it happen.
Yes, it had happened. Between two worlds, between two times, between two ages. It only took him a second to overcome it all.
There was only one second left until eight o'clock; that was the time when it happened. At that second the teacher would call them into class, the lesson for today would begin. After that lesson there would be no more fatal collisions. But he could not get past the second by which he was growing.
The seven-year-old child was still in the world of angels; this was the world when it happened. The noisy, noisy, noisy road of cars could be taken as the road from which he was coming and entering this world. This 'desert' world, noisy, wild, violent, merciless. That world from which the boy came was still the world of angels.
Why couldn't his mother hold him in her arms? Because in that second he entered our terrible world. Here we are. We can't guard angels. We don't know where the thread of a second is between that world and this terrible one. We have a state, we have an army, we have a police force, we have NATO, the UN, the EU, we have iron and concrete. But with them we can't protect the thin thread of angels.
Even in Tirana schools, police are more of a problem than a solution. A bunch of two types of police are fighting each other, shouting, screaming, but children pass through the wheels of cars and bicycles. Then in front of the village school there are no police, none. Then there is nothing. Today the whole army should be on that street. Today it should stop breathing.
We don't have a world yet..., I know what 'world' means.
And our age. We don't value age.
Why didn't that angelic boy outlive his age? Neither did the two children in Durrës two weeks ago. You can say that 'that criminal who ran them over with a car', you can take all the cars on the road and lock them in a cell... But what after that? You will simply pave the way for another murderer who is coming after the one who just left. It seems that on our streets the 'troublemakers' are waiting their turn. We shout a lot because we have nothing to say. We hurry a lot because we have nowhere to go. We step on angels because we try out the new car. We do the worst because we don't know what is best. Finally, we have given them cars in their hands.
The state has an inventory of cars, but not of people...
I couldn't read that news today, except I saw the headline. I've never read this news, nor will I. Not only because it takes my breath away, but because I feel like I'm hearing evil happen to angels. The best behavior, the behavior of the bloodsuckers. They knock softly, quietly. So as not to wake them up.
Ky eshte shkrim idiot. Ishte vetem titulli qe me shtyu te filloja ta lexoja. Nuk kerkova fare emrin e autorit! Lexo e lexo dhe nuk po merrja vesh cfare ish esenca. Ne fund, thashe me vete: po cfare del nga ky shkrim? Cfare eshte gjeja e patheneme pare qe thote sot ky shkrim? Qe duhet mendja jote te ekspozohet? Mu duk mjaft kot. Qurravitje post-factum. Me pas sesi ngjutem lart dhe lexoj "Frrok Cupi"! Ehhh thashe m vete! Paske lexuar Frrok Cupin pranddak pyesje veten c'ish ky shkrim dhe cfare donte te thosh! Ta kisha pare emrin e tij qene fillim, nuk do kisha humbur asnje sekonde. Ka vite qe nuk lexoj jp nje fjale, por nje germe te vetme te ketij rentieri llapaqen i cili e di vete se kush e mban me buke. Vetem e verteta dhe dinjiteti jo! O pamfleti! Po futet Ffrok Cupera ne rreshtat tuaj, do pushoj se lexuari. Dikur kishit nje person Pepkolaj me duket quhej, qe hartimet rret politikes i kish hazer xhevap, vec gazetari nuk fuste dot aty brenda.!
megjithese ka qene spiun ,tregon se ka shpirt te ndjeshem ,bravo gazetar i disa sistemeve, ....megjithese nuk i ke kerkuat falje shqiptareve(se mos vetem ti)
A ka nenkalim apo mbikalim per banoret te kjo pjese e rruges? Sidomos prane shkollave fillore e nentevjeçare! Ky mund të jete shkaku kryesor i humbjes se jetes se vogelushit. Kush është shkaktar per mungesen e nenkalimeve/mbikalimeve?? Ketu fle lepuri.