How much is this President costing us?!
By Frrrok Çupi
BY FRROK ÇUPI
One thing is clear: his price is high, but not singular. One price is paid through the terror inflicted on his political opponents, which has cost the loss of thousands of jobs, deprivation of every legal and governing right, as well as political rights.
The other price of the current President is measured in billions of dollars lost through his deception. I am certain that most of this money has ended up in Sali Berisha’s pocket. While I worked alongside him, in PD and RD, I knew no one richer in dollars or more eager to pocket money. (I will testify to these things one by one.) There are rumors that he now possesses close to 2 billion dollars. We have all paid the price.
The President’s third price is measured in blood. The cause of the bloodshed in Albania is Sali Berisha. The number killed in Vlora alone by Berisha is such that there will never be enough time to lay our tears upon all the plucked flowers. The figures reveal a genuine tragedy. Even in the attacks carried out against him, innocent citizens are being killed and injured. Who did God decree should pay for Ram Berisha’s son?!
The Albanian people had never before paid anyone the high price of national division; on the contrary, the Toptans and whoever else sought to set Albanians against one another paid for what they tried to do. Berisha knows that everyone hates him, and that is why he takes to the platform to provoke conflicts. When has it ever been seen that all those wounded for the sake of the President in Elbasan should be from Mirdita? This man has exploited the poverty he himself created and is setting people against one another.
The price we are paying for mercenaries to commit crimes against the people is one we will go on paying, today and in the future. Unfortunately, many lives have been lost, but worse still, these people will suffer in their consciences for a long time. Sixty people have left the President’s Ganda; the others are waiting.
And the singular price is the one all of us who are Albanian citizens pay: proportionally, without political, national, religious, or racial distinctions. We are all paying for the disfigurement of our homeland, the destruction of the state and of national pride—deeds committed by Berisha.
Just look at what is happening: while everything has been stripped bare, from the lek to Leka, one thing is costing us dearly, and that is the President. The country now stands on the brink of payment: either we wait for the tribute, or we wait for the reward that may come if we ever manage to become something. Everyone is dreaming that this time we may begin to make something of ourselves, which first of all means Berisha’s departure. Let us hope. But even the hope of those who believe what is being said—that “Berisha will flee these days and we will never see his face again”—cannot be trusted. Pol Pot has been wiped out, but the people are not free. Berisha is trying to stay here as another future liability, even in politics. The conflict between these two paths is now wide open: either we pay even with our last breath for Berisha, or we close that tragic account which has brought Albania to rack and ruin.