FLASH
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He had lost Germany, his life, his identity, and the only way he had left was to pray, call and rebel for them. But no one heard him until he passed out in complete solitude and poverty...
Second part
Continued from Part One
Humiliated, terrorized, in endless misery, Kariolla Vencek, the German from Mommingen who ended up in Albania with a love story in the mid-40s, would not lose anything of her stable and decisive character, as the daughter of a German noblewoman, despite that she had lost many of the most basic rights of a citizen.
Dozens of times the authorities rejected her request to be repatriated to her parents in Germany. Dozens and dozens of times the judicial bodies had not accepted the request to register him with his nationality. Her confrontation with the justice authorities has been an odyssey in itself. Throughout her entire life, Kariolla Vencek suffered, more than ten times in different years, she opened court proceedings to recognize her true nationality, as in the official documents she was of Albanian nationality. "No, no, she rebelled with her hands on her head.
"I am German and point", "Deutsch, Germany" and no other nationality". This was one of the most dramatic moments of her life. She never found out and was surprised that she had nowhere to go because the Albanian authorities did not want her with German nationality. The son, Hetemi, remembers that even in any case when the court of first instance made the decision to register him with German nationality, as he actually was, the verdict of the court of second instance that rejected the first decision was not delayed. This odyssey would follow him to the end, with the hope that one day fate would smile for him too, but it had not been said.
"Then when he was convinced that everything was in vain, his son recalls with tears in his eyes, he gathered us while he was writhing on his deathbed and entrusted us to take the remains to rest at his mother's grave in Germany. Yes, she had been punished even in death. Neither in communism nor in democracy, no one gave us the green light to at least take the trust to the country." As much as the children, all the citizens of Delvina, who have known Karjolla and her hellish life in the small town in the South, have this passion. Those who opened their hearts and helped him as much as they could in those difficult days, call the indifference of the state authorities and the German embassy in Tirana unjustified, in the face of this civic, but also spiritual request. Now, Karjolla Vencek has been dead for thirty years. In the small town in the South, apart from the good name, he has left a single photograph (that of the ID card), an abandoned grave somewhere near the city cemetery, the painful memories of thirty years of hell and a trust, which as the Bible says and Koran, not even soil dissolves...
Those who could not do anything for her when she was alive, at least do something humane now that she is no longer alive. In this request of her children and the citizens of Delvina, there is only something modest and humane...
A photograph, an abandoned grave and many painful memories
More than one abandoned grave, somewhere on the edge of the Delvina cemetery, the German Karjolla Vencek, has left in the small town in the South, the memories of a grave life that flowed with endless pain and drama. There is only one photograph left of her, that of her official ID, and dozens and dozens of documents and court decisions with which she hoped until the end that she could gain something from her lost identity. There is also the last order left, her bequest to take her remains to rest in the land that raised her, of which she was proud until death. There is a legacy left that is still not finding a solution...(Suffers...)/ Pamphlet
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