Doctor, does that left eye of yours make me me?
Paralyzed by the question, which was accompanied by the icy gaze of Altin Dardha, the most famous ophthalmologist in the city, chooses to remain silent. For several excruciatingly long moments, her mind couldn't tell whether the customer was joking or serious.
Altin Dardha seems to have suffered greatly from the loss of one eye. But times had already changed. It was his turn. He was no longer hiding from the police. Now he was practically the King of Berat.
It seems, in such situations, the human mind escapes any dream towards the possibility of realization. And, it seems, Altin Dardha's main allowed dream was for him to have his lost eye again. No wonder he heard somewhere about corneal transplantation. No wonder someone told you that you had to find a donor.
Of course, Altin Dardha would seek to find the donor in his own way. There were times when he was passing through the hands of human "spare parts" in bulk, which in this case could enter the work. All this has a true basis, as there are plenty of testimonies in Berat that say that he stopped the Cadillac at the feet of various travelers, looking at them in the eye and interrogating them:
- Ore, does this eye of yours look like mine?
It was a behavior whose continuation, in these times, many left to the imagination. An imagination that told them that Altini, upon finding the man who would have eyes similar to his, would kill him and with the tip of a knife, he would cut them off, with the aim of transplanting them. The story reaches its peak when Altin Dardha asks about the similarity of the eye to the ophthalmologist to whom he made periodic visits.
Although until now everything may have been aimed only at entertainment, the story says that Altin Dardha killed a man for his lost eye. The event left its mark in time on June 8, 1997.
That day many spies had woken him up early. In the market of Berat, before dawn, the sons of that peasant from Plashnik, who two years ago, in January 1995, had shot him with a shotgun, injuring him. Altin Dardha gets bad. You can still find the two brothers in the market, trying to sell some seasonal vegetables. During the stateless months of 1997, hunger forced many to leave their "shelters" to make a living, even at the risk of their lives.
Under the threat of a Kalashnikov, Altini takes both brothers in the car and, without saying a word, takes them to the olive grove above the Burdulliasi cemetery. Here he takes them down and explains why he took them. At the end he says:
- Only one of you will pay. Decide with each other who will continue to live.
A little further on, the two brothers come face to face. They had to have one last conversation. A conversation from which a difficult decision had to come. A conversation, the result of which should have been the joint decision to sentence one of them to death...
Surprisingly, the conversation between the two does not last long. Perhaps the circumstances themselves, Altin Dardha who seemed nervous in his reception, had dictated the making of a quick decision. The brothers had agreed: the youngest should live. That's how it happens. Altini takes aside and kills only Pëllumb Çaushi, the 34-year-old son of Gani Çaushi, the peasant from Plashnik, who two years ago dared to shoot at the robbers he did not know.
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There were times when the bandits of Berat were enjoying the missing freedom as much as they could. One of the common pastimes is said to be pistol shooting. It is said that in this type of sport Altini was invincible. But sometimes the sport got heavy. To this day, in Berat, they tell how on one occasion, while approaching Berat by car, Altini and some others noticed an old man riding a donkey, walking parallel to the highway. The bandits stop and bet 50,000 lek (new) for the winner who would knock the old man off his donkey by shooting him with a pistol.
At that time, the bandits of Berat mostly had powerful pistols in their hands, such as the Soviet TT, but also Western-made pistols, which operated with 9 mm cartridges. So, at the distance where the old man was, if the bullet caught him, it would certainly take his life.
Altin Dardha and the others shoot the old man in turn, who was moving slowly on the donkey, not realizing that he had turned into a shooting board. Fortunately, none of the bullets hit the mark. Someone, impatient, loads the Kalashnikov to knock him out, but another stops him, saying that the old man deserved respect because he lived long. That's how it happens. When the old man reaches the highway, one of the thugs gets out of the car and, without giving any explanation, puts 50 thousand Lek in his pocket... .