For Rudes and junks that distort the truths

2023-07-16 17:46:00, Opinione Alba Kepi

For Rudes and junks that distort the truths

Journalist Alba Kepi

I'm showing you the routine of a real summer day.

Gioele and Valerio, my two sons who are in their 20s, woke up earlier than is the routine for a Sunday when they sleep late.

Both of them like in this photo when they were little sympathizing with Germany (in that world championship of those days), are spending this Sunday on the beach, with the money they earned after a quiet work week, with their car and with their friends .

They gave me a kiss and said; "mamma se ti va vieni anche te papa. Siamo al solito posto".

They were born and raised in Rome, but they are so free and true that when a team plays better than the team of the heart, they do not lie or cheat to please their ego. As you can see in this photo; Fans of Italy and Albania, but they insisted that we buy the t-shirt of the best team in the world.

For Rudes and junks that distort the truths

I made this comparative metaphor to tell you that it is not difficult to tell the truth when you are a free person, but when the truth is distorted by professionals there is a problem and it is called deception.

And when deontological tools of the trade are used for this purpose, the problem becomes serious.

My boys are not resting by the shores of Sala or Erzen, they are on a free beach on the Tyrrhenian coast, where shezzlloni costs 5 euros, a panini 4 euros, an ice cream 2 euros and a large beer 3 euros.

I don't know how much it costs by the Ionian Sea, but the photos and posts of friends lead me to suspect that it is at least 3 times more.

What you call modern slavery, my boys call democracy of choice.

Choice, a difficult word to understand in the country you write from.

Choice to win the workplace by meritocracy.

Choice to build even a day off with their work.

Choice to fulfill your desires.

Choices to form, to improve, to evaluate and realize passions and goals.

The choice to tell the truth without the fear of being blacklisted by the employer, the university professor, politics, diplomacy, or a circle of friends they have never known.

As today and when they were children, Gioele and Valerio have not remained trapped in the summer that the same democracy of choice and not modern slavery lives in this country as their parents.

They are not by Shala because the geographical distance limits them, but the problem is that by this river, I don't find many Albanian children in the country from where you write, quite a few are stuck in the blood feud towers, others abandoned on the streets in the neighborhoods of Tirana, in Albanian villages and areas where parents have only one choice, survival, other children are on the way in rafts with Albanian parents who have only one choice, life or death.

Shala and Erzeni, who I love so much, are the miracle of Albanian nature, and the misfortune is that lies and deception have poisoned the country and limited choice.

Not true told by professionals are acne more pus.

Gioele and Valerio, other Albanians in Germany, Greece or Italy, today this Sunday are not at the edge of the saddle, but are in the middle of the truth, sitting cross-legged on the sofa at home, on the chaise longue or in a workplace.

In the land of lies from where the scumbags write, the truth is considered a disease and given the name "slavery", "stifling".

And in the countries of truth, meritocracy, choice and freedom, liars are called ignorant.