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By Dalip GRECA Warm winds have begun to blow in the Balkans. Sarajevo may perhaps yield the desired fruits, bringing about a different Balkans: without nationalist expansionism that gives rise to bloody conflicts, without the insane wars of mad leaders, without holocausts, without mass graves as in African countries. We need a different Albania, not like the one we experienced during these hot days of August, when the black chronicle went mad without end. We need an Albania where peace reigns. Don’t you feel that war has exhausted us? Without orphaned children, without citizens stressed by the terrors of war, without... For us to have a different Balkans, there must also be a different Serbia, without the instigator of the war projects that consumed thousands of innocent lives. There must be a different, coexistence-oriented mentality, which is nevertheless difficult to achieve without punishing crime, if it can awaken again and the innocent once more [text unclear] innocent lives. A wolf cannot become a lamb. Without a different Serbia, the Balkans are at risk of remaining what they were: dangerous, self-destructive, exploding against themselves, a killer and enemy of their own population. But we Albanians must also seek and build a different Albania, not the one we have presented. An Albania without absurd epithets and, indeed, without the tiresome labels attached to its citizens: a country of drugs, a country of Kalashnikovs, a dangerous country; where Western newspapers are paid war fees and, when they cannot find any, invent sensational news; where diplomats scrawl reports with frightening subjects about a frightening country; where life is always in danger, and they... experienced this and this close-knit event, when the black chronicle went mad into infinity. that war has exhausted us? Albanians must show the other Albania. But does that other Albania exist? How could it not exist! It is there; we just have to open our eyes to see it. It is in Mother Teresa, in Kadare, in Noli, in the Catholic priests, Budi and Bogdani; it is in Buzuku’s Missal, in Frang Bardhi’s dictionary, in the Baptismal Formula... It is in Dritëro Agolli, in the hundreds of boys and girls studying around the world and shining in comparison with their peers. It is... The other Albania is everywhere; it is in the beauty of our coastline, in our natural resources, in the rich but abandoned underground. We discovered the other Albania late, or, to put it plainly, the world discovered it at the time of the great tragedy that Millosheviçi inflicted on us. Albanian generosity had been left gathering dust in the drawers of time, dating back to when Edit'Durham travelled through the Albanian Alps and discovered that generous hearts beat in the hospitable mountains. A people that knows how to face tragedy by peaceful means cannot be labelled savage and barbaric. Continued on page 2

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