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Every year in the summer I come to Albania. I consider the long journey from America, the fatigue, the expenses.

I want to be among my people, among friends. I go to the cemetery, to my parents, I have long conversations with them. Then for a few days I stayed with my aunt, nephew, niece, relatives and acquaintances. Later I ran away from Vlora to Saranda. Some days it's not worth it. You get stressed, irritated, fight, get sick, get mad and can go to the devil.

I am not like some fanatics who want the party over Albania. I neither say nor think this. But I love myself, I love her very much. That I have one life. I would forgive him only for my people, for nothing else.

Kjo Shqipëri nuk është e imja, ma kanë vjedhur e më kërkojnë haraç ata që pandehin se janë pronarë të saj. As 800 mijë banorë nuk ka Tirana e lahemi me orar, se për të pirë ka vite e vite që ujin e blejmë. Krahasoj ajrin me atë të vendeve pranë, jo të atyre të zhvilluara.

Del që është 4 herë mbi normat e lejuara.

Shoh grafikët e zhurmave, shigjeta në Shqipëri po i drejtohet hënës. Kryeqyteti ynë si një kapanon i madh ku prodhon sëmundje dhe tret njerëz.

Plazhet pa energji elektrike, ose me voltazh aq të dobët sa që frigoriferi nuk ngrin gjë dhe kondicionieri xhiron kot, vërtit e vërtit ajrin e nxehtë. Derdhen në bregdet mutrat e gjysmës së kombit. Ia kanë mbathur edhe peshqit, e shumta gjen në breg ndonjë breshkë të ngordhur.

Rrugët copë e gropë, baypasset u transformuan në qendra fshatrash e qytetesh ku ka veç qenër se njerëzit kanë marrë arratinë.

Thank the sun, they didn't think anything wrong.

In these conditions, I, longing for the country, but found in its trap, call to mind and run away anywhere, except Albania.

I go to Italy and relax as a person, in Greece I feel that my heart softens, my soul calms down.

I go to Montenegro and I find comfort, I get to Macedonia and I get angry that even this country did not become my Albania.

Like anyone, I love myself, I love it very much. I can't say that I love it more than my country. But it seems to me that the Albania of some people does not love us Albanians. He despises us and pushes us away, he doesn't offer us anything.

That's why I leave and like Byron I sing to this departure, I take out the duff, the sadness, the anger, but I don't stay.

Go away, go away, far away from the renaissance "torture".