Albania 1912-2023: The painful ordeal of returning to Europe and the West.

2023-09-02 13:02:00, Opinione Ardi Stefa

Albania 1912-2023: The painful ordeal of returning to Europe and the West.

Ardi Stefa

Dante Alighieri said: "Ancestry does not make the individual noble; it is the individual who ennobles the ancestry..."

We like to brag...
We like to cry...
We like to self-flagellate...
We like to masturbate with our divine "ancestry"!...
We like to always blame others...
On fate ours, for our failures...
Albania - the heroic-absurd country.

Albanians...
Albanians are already free...
Free means doing whatever you want.
Yes, while this is difficult with others, it can be done with yourself. The source of the problems that are not being shared with us, before the Turks, Greeks and Serbs, are the Albanians.

And Albanians, free as they are, the first thing they do is to do whatever they want with Albania.

And they usually don't do their best.
The opposite.

For them, Albania was to blame for everything. It keeps them tied to their weight.
Albania is not only pain.
First of all it is a heavy burden.
So, now that no one is hindering them, let them throw away the obstacle. Get rid of it. To break the pact with him. They break it themselves. Set fire to it. So that, left without a home, they hope that they will be given another Homeland.
The homeland that would suit them.

Today...
The louder the squares, the pulpits and the media roar with cheers and excitement for the historical political leaders, Europe, the USA and the Justice Reform, SPAK, the more persistent the feeling against it becomes.

Many people in Albania, for various reasons, are afraid of the aforementioned. Some fear the punishment of crimes that Democratic Europe will demand of them. Others of its principles that do not let you do what you want with the state, with the laws, with citizens and property. Mafiosi have known reasons, and so on, while across the border, Serbia hopes for revenge. And the best revenge for him is the return of the happy time, when Albanians were so far from the mother continent of the West...

And the Albanians wander between Scylla and Carybdis, or in today's language they are swallowed by the Bermuda Triangle, unable to change, unable to predict, unable to act and react...

My poor Albania...
I want to hate them. But I remember Kofuci's expression that when you hate someone, it means that you have been defeated by him...

My poor Albania...

Who loves you and, especially, who doesn't love you? Who kills you at night and cries you during the day? Who wanted you, when they didn't want you? Who wore you when they undressed you? Cry when they laugh?