Letter from prison 3

2025-03-07 22:33:00, Satire Lolita

Happy March 7th, dear teachers of the 40 schools built through the endless labor and sacrifices of a man who is today unjustly behind bars.

Happy Edi Rama, you who taught me politics. You showed me how to rise to the top, how to get out of any situation and how to hold on to power at all costs. You taught me the art of words and electoral promises. Today, in my solitude, I realize that no matter how much I have learned from you, I still could not become that student who surpasses the teacher.

Happy Saimir Tahiri, you who showed me how the game is played behind the scenes, how alliances are built and how they are broken when the time comes. You taught me that in politics there are no friends, there are only interests. You who taught me what it means to have everyone leave you when your foot slips, but I couldn't learn from you because I felt untouchable.

Congratulations Belinda Balluku. You taught me how to move forward in politics without feeling sorry for yourself, without attacking anyone in the media, simply by eating cake while you're casting a spell on your opponents in Fier.

Happy Ulsi Manja, you who taught me ingratitude. You who force me to write letters by hand, while you could have put a cell phone in my cell where I could easily post statuses and insult Edi Rama with a fake profile.

Congratulations to you, the directors of my municipality, for teaching me infidelity. I took your bread, I made you rich and have lovers, but today you are also firing my people from their jobs.

On this March 7th, I feel like an excellent student of Albanian political life. Your lessons were valuable, even though I probably didn't fully understand them at the time. Now, when my future is more uncertain than ever, I want to wish you all, except Ols Dado's violin teacher: If you had done your job properly, he would be in the "Vienna Philharmonic" and I wouldn't be in prison.
I am where your lessons took me, Erion Veliaj./ Taken from social networks