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Kulture2025-11-29 18:12:00

For the great actor Viktor Zhusti, for myself and for many like us!

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For the great actor Viktor Zhusti, for myself and for many like us!

Viktor and I have a very similar life story that relates to our childhood years, the fate of being orphans.

Today, November 29, the day when all Albanians remember the sacrifice, freedom, and resistance of an entire nation, after so long, I meet again with Viktor Zhusti, one of the most beloved figures of Albanian theater and cinema.

He was in a hurry, who knows where, because he is always busy with shows and projects that never let up. Even though he is in his 80s, the youthful energy and freshness that he reflects at first glance is to be admired and envied.

In those few moments of conversation, I saw in his eyes the light not only of the brilliant actor who has touched the hearts of generations of Albanians for decades, but also of a man with a deep, impressive, silent history...

Viktor and I have a very similar life story that relates to our childhood years, the fate of being orphans.

There are people who are connected by ideas, by ideologies, by dreams, by art.

I am connected to Viktor by a great, missing void, undoubtedly irreplaceable throughout my life: the absence of my mother, the absence of those gentle hands that we never saw caressing and rocking us.

Both of us, since our innocent infancy, lived our lives with the greatest lack that every human being has, but which we never turned into a permanent loss...

Being an orphan is not simply a biographical circumstance, it is a silent wound, a burden that is not visible in photographs, but that remains written and hidden somewhere inside the person.

It is a daily question about what you could have been, but became different. However, there is another truth, bigger, more beautiful: absence did not break us, nor defeat us… On the contrary, it forged us and made us stronger, better and more useful.

Whoever grows up without a mother learns to know the world with their own hands. They learn not to wait for someone else to solve a problem, ease their pain, wipe away their tears, or open their paths. And it is precisely in this solitude that character and silent strength are formed, the one that is not revealed in big words, but in quiet deeds, in dedicated work, in lives built from nothing.

Viktor Zhusti brought this strength to life and especially to art like no other... In each of his roles, one sees a soul that has struggled to understand the world, a man who has learned to give himself a voice, because he did not have that of his mother. In his characters and roles there is pain, but a pain turned into light; there is fragility transformed into love for life; there are wounds, but transformed into strength in artistic wonder.

I, too, in my own way, have carried the same weight. A childhood that had to find within itself what the family gives to others. A growth without a female voice saying “don't be afraid”, “I'm here”, “go forward”. I never heard these words. I had to invent them myself, believe them myself, bring them to mind when life hit me so many times with its merciless and wildest waves.

And here we are today: both useful people for ourselves, for our family, for society, for our country. Both people who did not use pain as a "social mercy card" and an excuse to give up, but as a reason to rise higher. As proof that a small crack of light is enough for the soul to become a big window for life and human dignity.

There are many people today who find themselves in similar situations - children who have lost their parents, young people who feel defenseless, people who have felt the emptiness in their hearts. These lines are not only a personal story, but a testimony for them as well. A clear message:

Don't break. Don't use pain as an enemy, but as the truest teachers of life.

Lack is terrible, but you can turn it into strength.

Ultimately, life is not measured by what it gives you, but by what you choose to build with the little you have at the beginning. And we, former orphans who are strong men today, are the purest example that even from seemingly dry roots, the most enduring trees can bloom.

Am I right, my dear and valuable friend, our talented artist Viktor Zhusti…!?

I'm convinced that in this case you won't say: "NO!"

1 Komente

  1. N
    Nuk ka rendesi emri im

    Shum e vertete viktor zhusti eshte nje artist i madh i uroj jet te gjate

    Lini një Përgjigje