Students attacked in Shkodër
A group of young people block the lecture halls of Luigj Gurakuqi University. Teaching is forcibly stopped
Students attacked in Shkodër
The strike degenerates, the rector’s car is smashed Page 2
Blow, former commander of the special forces is arrested
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Liquid morale
BY BLENDI FEVZIU
In general, the world is built on horrors so that people can bear life. A person’s first encounter with death often happens before he even understands it himself. At a very young age. At an age so small that he does not even remember it. Human horrors seem to have become part of our daily training, and without them we do not understand the world. I will simply cite two episodes. Millennia ago, a boy experienced, in the primitive circumstances of the cultures and rites of that time, the bloody ceremony of becoming a man. From that moment he considered himself a human being. The millennium we are leaving behind has been replaced by the image of an unprecedented spectacle. Pulus that appear day after day on the screens, over the darkest corners of the human soul, over the display of humanity itself, over the deserts of boundless humanity, are, in our perception and at the same time under pressure, trying to change life.
Otherwise, we are not here to hold the spectacular world championship with frightened glances in a village, the death of the bride and the murder of the waiters of the “Milenium” restaurant, or as we are living it in Skopje, the burial, the eye and hands, above the bullet 797 of another body. But with a man it is not too much to name them as the wildest and most terrible, even in the most sensitive case of alarm. Reassessed through the screen in all kinds and forms. Or also with the trained way we now see it. There comes a moment when shock no longer makes an impression and we begin to consume it with a certain unusual thirst. At that moment society loses part of its sensitivity.
The murder of the professor and the Kosovo soldier took on a very interesting form. It was not only a drama of politics and conflict, but proof of how violence begins to lose its first shocking effect. It is shown, commented on, chewed over, and in the end becomes part of routine. In this sense, events are no longer just a chronicle, but also food for an audience that risks getting used to them.
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