A 67-year-old woman dies, two children in serious condition Gangs clashed at midday: Shots fired at passersby. The gun is seized but not the killer

Here they caught us, not the gangs, perhaps just a few meters from the buildings of the Public Order Department and the police station. Horrific, like in a film, yesterday's event, automatic fire and trophies as a crowd, or a thorn, scratched? Some bullets. Six bullets passed through the windows and the passengers of the vehicle that found itself in the center of the shooting and seriously wounded them. Others hit walls, parked cars, making no distinction between completely random passersby. They killed and fired at a girl? an innocent man. Blerdysh, two children, a police commissioner and a farmer from Kënet[a?]. In this metal hell no one was privileged. No one made a distinction between civilian, police officer and criminal. From the universal moon of gunfire, wherever one burst forth. Everyone in front of the gun was the same. Terrified, where did it come from? who. Bullets do not know uniform, age or status. Those who uphold order, those who violate it, and those who are simply passing by pay with the same currency of fear and death. This is the bleakest face of a weak state: when crime no longer strikes only its own rival, but anyone who happens to be nearby. When the street, the sidewalk and the citizen's car become a line of fire. When law enforcement bodies find themselves in the same unprotected position as civilians. And then the question is no longer who was the target, but how it was allowed for the city to turn into a place where the life of each person counts just as little before a weapon. In this sense, everyone is equal: not before the law, but before crime. This equality is the shame of public order and proof that fear has become shared.

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He asked for a model once again, the bust of Enver Here they stopped and a man? a gang entered perhaps just a few meters from the buildings of the Public Order Department and the Durrës police station. Six bullets passed through the windows and the passengers of the vehicle at the center of the shooting and seriously wounded the beverage and beer trader named Luan. Others hit kiosks and surrounding walls. A 67-year-old passerby was killed and a child was seriously wounded. Not even a few hours have passed since Enver was dragged along to be changed by toppling the work before the London government? hundreds of forces, from the center of Durrës to the army... Yes, yes, crime is? blushed. They killed him with a knife? The hostage-taker? Burreldysh? police officer, a city police commissioner and a farmer from Këneta? Nothing did more than the government and the ministry. From the world of academia, everyone trembles? and? Fatal shots? In the shot of time another burst forth. Everyone was the same before the gun. Immunized? where did he come from? and I fër[?]. He lost the defendant to one and the other, or for shooting and the Director of Police? in the other universe? ... Those present watched in terror, women and children. Some bullets passed through the crowd and struck glass, walls and car parts. Screws? the police have promised clarification, but still? responsibilities? ... speaks of the grave climate that has covered the city. page 4