“What matters is that civil war was averted” US PRESIDENT speaks about Albania with Prodi in New York: “The PD did not come out clean” Page 3

BY FROK ÇUPI The avoidance seems to have seized not only the world, but what Albanians say: “In Albania there were people for another life.” This old saying, originally meant for ordinary people, seems more fitting for a sharper caste, for people of the state world, organized into boss, chair and throne. Perhaps there would be no need to go back so far and so long, since the organization of Albanians is known anyway. Still, let me; as I leafed through the portraits of the boys right here, our state men, I recognized the killers. They had the faces of deceivers, of the most ordinary man, of a man who you could sense from hunger, not, as they say, “for inspiration.” A never-mistaken mountain face and the moving calm of the showman in Shkodër, come to the highlands of Korçë five years earlier. He came dressed in an outdated manner, like a showman kissed by time itself and wrapped awkwardly around his legs. The life of the man had sharpened in his eyes and he was waiting for something. “Nothing from me, but from the world,” he answered me. That is how he answered me. He had melted into a bone of desire to please the boss and endured any kind of work and filth. This type of man has often been placed among people as a servant, not to give him a modest chair in the world, organized into a boss, I suppose. Can it be said that before 1990 the state was a state where Albanians had their throats cut? Was every random person put into power?; was poverty and humiliation offended?; did the eye look askance at this superior with that quality? Is there more? Hardly. Especially not so many questions, because they gave shape and essence to what for five decades was inside the person and every person. Perhaps someone else will ask, “what was the state?”; it went to him and to the state for protection. Was the state a hall with human beings?; did longing trample it?; did they push it to avoid them?; did they make them use force, oblige them?; for spanning terrain?; for generalization?; for what else? Perhaps there will be a need to go face to face with a crack in the organization. I leafed through offices and officials, I leafed through offices and officials, I recognized them. This had to be like a discharge of the brain and instead it seized more like mold. Trouble in the eye explains it, if you like, like a rag made between the chief chair and a floor above. But I learned that somewhere an organization was being made, to take on violence and the terrified skeleton before our eyes. “God!” a woman cried to me after they had done harm to an official. “Civil war?” I went to ask. “No! with the devil that is fleeing,” she told me quickly. “And so, stop a job. As long as he has work, this whole time is apparently there! Do they expect the same from the officials?” You leafed through? Show that you got nothing from this. Now this lesson is over, but the same taste remains in our world. If the boss does not even know how to think through things, he will think of the taboo of the state as a god that takes your breath away. And that is the greatest trouble.

President of the USA Bill Clinton PHOTO REUTERS

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