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Ilir Meta from prison, open letter to Arben Ahmetaj

2025-07-03 16:02:32Aktualitet SHKRUAR NGA REDAKSIA VOX
Ilir Meta from prison, open letter to Arben Ahmetaj
Arben Ahmetaj and Ilir Meta

The Chairman of the Freedom Party, detained since October 21, 2024 by order of SPAK and a decision of the GJKKO for the files of LSI lobbying in the US, assets and CEZ-DIA, has launched a new defense strategy and oppositionism from cell 313 of Prison in Tirana.

He is writing open letters and has already addressed the first one to the fugitive former socialist deputy prime minister, Arben Ahmetaj, who is also accused by SPAK and has been declared wanted.

Ilir Meta's full letter:

"Open letter to Arben, Mr. Ahmetaj!

Dear Ben!

I hope you are doing well over there in Switzerland and that your children and family are doing well in these interesting times we are living in!

I have conveyed my last thanks to you through Flamur, my old socialist friend whom I met by chance in Tushemisht a few weeks before my kidnapping, as you yourself have seen, and I thank you for the position you have taken on this issue with Mr. Çim Peka.

But what you saw, my dear, was a very brief episode where those hooded men in black masks blocked traffic about 200 meters in front of my car.

We didn't understand what was happening, dear!

Are they bandits trying to kidnap some oligarch in broad daylight or special forces looking for the big boss of Sinaloa or the 'Ndrangheta?

And so, my dear, they spent 15 minutes watching in amazement what would happen. They didn't leave a car in front of us without opening the doors and trunks, pretending to check these hooded, masked men with heavy machine guns.

When they get to my car.

I was sitting in the front seat where the escorts usually sit, and my driver was a Freedom Party employee. I was returning from Prevalla and I had left the escort and the Guard driver to stay with their families for the weekend.

When I see black hooded men with automatic weapons coming at me and screaming like drug addicts: "Criminal, come with us, we are the Police."

Well, I said because they've brought a lot of criminals into the police force and I was wearing a "Celtic FC" shirt and in the first place I didn't look like a criminal and they don't know who I am.

"I am Ilir Meta, I told them, former President of the Republic, and I am protected by the Guard of the Republic."

"You are a criminal," said the black hooded men, "and you will come with us to the police because you are under arrest."

"Very well," I said, "where is the arrest warrant?"

"What kind of arrest warrant do you want, bandit?" they said.

"Who are you?" I say.

"Why should we hold you accountable?" they shouted.

Only black hoodies, Ben, black masks, no identification numbers or anything else.

I remembered the terrorist brigades that kidnapped Aldo Moro because I saw the place there in the middle of Rome. They also kidnapped him in police uniforms.

"Wait a little longer," I said to myself, "until the police arrive," and I placed my hands on the seat in peaceful resistance.

When they came in with heavy machine guns from the front and back, who could scream louder, as you saw. Then they put me in a car with private license plates.

Well, I said, the incinerator gang kidnapped me, so the police didn't show up either.

When "fortunately" I arrived at the Tirana Police. "Well, that's half the trouble," I said, "because now every misunderstanding will be cleared up."

They took me into an office where I met a couple of police officers and I said to them: "Hey, did those guys mess with me?"

"No, no," they said, "they have an arrest warrant for you from Altin Dumani himself."

"Do I have the order?" I asked them, "because they didn't show me the order, nor did they introduce themselves or identify themselves."

"Here," they said, "Chief Tonini will come and explain things to you."

And as you say, after about 10 minutes, Chief Tonini arrives, who behaved very well, to be honest, just like when I was Prime Minister.

"I want a coffee," he said to me politely, perhaps even anxious to gather himself.

"No, no," I told him, "I don't drink coffee after 12:00."

"Okay," he said, "let's have a cigarette."

"Of course," I say, "but where is that arrest warrant?"

"I believe," he said, "that the Judicial Police and the BKH won't be delayed too long because they have it, we didn't know anything."

Meanwhile, lawyer Gjokutaj arrived, having been notified by the media. "Where is the arrest warrant?" the lawyer asked.

"Here, we'll wait a little longer," they said, "because we won't be late for long."

And so as not to tire you out any further, since you're already tired of hearing about these successes with the opening of chapters with the EU, after more than two hours, the police received an arrest warrant for us.

"Well, thank you," we said, "half the trouble is that our police arrested us in the end."

A very interesting new life began.

At the security checkpoint they told me: "The lawyer has come to see you."

"What about Genci?" I said, because we had separated for that day. "Maybe there's some news," I said. But there was another lawyer, unsolicited by me, a kind man, who brought me a letter from a relative of mine.

More or less the text was: "Stay strong because it will pass and we have talked to Hulusi to go to the Prison Hospital today."

"What's this wonder?", I said to myself. And hold on tight and go to the Prison Hospital today, as if the two don't go together.

I measured my blood pressure, 7-11. I thanked the mailman and gave him a receipt for the mailman.

After two days, I became a resident of 313, my dear! When I entered, I heard many calls of "Rama, go away."

So it started well.

As I settled in, they started telling me, look, the conditions here are difficult, so if you want, go to Fier or Durrës or wherever you want.

"To me," I say, "the conditions seem fantastic, but God willing, there's a gym."

"Oh no," they said, "there are gyms over there, here you are."

"What's going on here?" I ask.

"Only ping-pong and volleyball."

"A miracle," I tell them, "because you know that I spent my 8th year at "Fan Noli" and all of our physical education teachers had Dinamo volleyball players, from the famous Nard Tase to Beriolli, and at the end of it I also remember the legend, Asllan Rusi."

“Very well,” they said, “but you have to apply by going to the education department.” I applied, and fortunately, ping-pong was approved, while volleyball was not. “But why?” I said. “It’s an order from above for security reasons,” they said.

Well, half the trouble, I said, at least I have ping-pong since 8:00 in the morning. But for "security" reasons, only 3-4 Albanians could play with me, the others were Nigerians, Italians, and from the Ivory Coast.

Do you know, dear Ben, that they also took away my ping-pong?

They called me three weeks ago before a very large and serious commission. "Is it possible," they told me, "to sign here that you are present?" "Absolutely," I told them, "as long as I am present."

“Listen,” said the chief, “a serious incident happened two nights ago.” “Any terrorist act?” I ask.

"At 8:20 PM you left the infirmary to go to your room."

"Yes," I say, "that's right, because we measure the voltage and it doesn't always move us to 7-11."

"I'm serious!", - he told me. "I also seriously told you how many times they measure our blood pressure and record it," - I told him.

"No, no," he said, "before you entered the room (i.e. the cell), you seriously violated prison regulations by talking on the phone."

"Yes, I spoke on the prison phone," I told him.

"Yes," he said, "but it's not allowed to talk after 8:00 p.m." "I know," I said, "but because others talk, they always leave me at the end, and I've spoken even after 8:00 p.m. Don't worry," I asked, "why did I answer journalist Beti Njuma's questions through Tedi Blushi's phone, which is recorded?"

"No, no," they said, "it has nothing to do with the interview, but it is a serious violation to speak after 8:00 PM."

"Okay," I tell them, "now that I've learned it, I won't repeat it again. But please put a notice next to the phone so everyone can see it."

“So you accept this violation?” they said. “Yes,” I said, “I accept it.” They looked each other in the eye and then one of them announced solemnly: “The commission unanimously decided to ban you from joint physical exercises.”

"But I'm banned from volleyball," I tell them. "No, no, ping-pong," they say. "Okay!" I tell them and leave.

The best thing about Ben was the next morning. There was a knock on the cell door and I saw the prison lawyer. He was holding some papers in his hand. Well, I said, I'll have a letter from SPAK. When he handed it to me and said: "Please read the written decision that the Commission made yesterday". "What do I need the decision for," I said, "I know for sure that I won't be playing ping-pong for 10 days."

"But you have the right to appeal this decision," he told me, "if you disagree within 15 days."

Do you understand, dear Ben, how generous they are?

They give you time to appeal even after you have served your sentence.

"No, no," I said, "thank you. The decision was fair and the violation was very serious, so I won't complain."

The most beautiful Ben, they came to me yesterday morning and told me: “If you have the opportunity, get ready because the Commission is waiting for you.” “Which Commission?”, - I ask. “The Disciplinary Commission”, - said the gentleman.

"They haven't confused me," I said to myself, "I haven't committed any serious offense." When I go back, the same majestic Commission will come.

"Can you sign here that you are present?" "Wait," I said, "let me read this letter carefully because I don't sign easily."

There I also read a point that I don't want to do it myself, the lawyer will follow up on the case. I signed it.

“Listen,” one of them tells me, “a serious violation has occurred.” “Again?” I ask, “But I haven’t spoken since 8:00 PM.” “No, no,” they said, “but to give interviews to journalists, you have to get special permission from the General Directorate of Prisons.”

"Yes, I spoke to my lawyer, Mr. Cakrani, he went into the studio and the journalist asked some questions and I answered them. Freedom of expression is in the Constitution," I told you.

"That's right," they said, "there is a Constitution, but there is also a regulation."

"A rule that prohibits our free speech? Then I, whether you like it or not, Hulusi and I, I am the Party Chairman and no one can take my word away from me. But, - I told them, - I will let my lawyer deal with this issue because he knows the Constitution and the law and the European Convention on Human Rights."

I'm leaving, dear Beni. I was getting ready to meet my sister and her three children after 3 weeks, but for two weeks in a row after the interview with Beti Njuma, they wouldn't let them meet when every detainee is guaranteed one meeting a week with their family.

I missed all four of them, but especially my sister, who also takes care of both of my sick parents, whom I haven't seen in 9 months.

When I entered the meeting room, there were three, not four. Besari, the boy, was missing. "Yes, Besi," I said, "where is he or did you miss him?"

"Besi is out," they said. "Out of the country?" I asked. "No, no, outside prison."

"But why?" I ask.

"They told us that according to the regulations, 4 relatives are not allowed to enter, but only 3." So one should not enter and Besi, as a gentleman, had told them, "You enter and I'll wait outside."

So for 8 months they had violated prison regulations by allowing all 4 of them to come. Now they don't.

A few days ago we were at the GJKKO to verify what investigations SPAK had conducted for me in the past 8 months since SPAK had not done its job according to the law to report to the court every two months.

Anyway, they spoke, we spoke, the judge entered the "command" room and what is known is close at hand.

Since disinformation was being spread by SPAK, I announced on social media a press conference with journalists the next day, at 11:00 a.m. When I woke up in the morning, I noticed that my phone's battery wasn't working. I saw that it was working for others.

I go to Education and say: "Why isn't drinking working for me?"

How bad I felt, dear Ben, that there was a total signal blackout for everyone, for the whole day.

Okay, the conference is over, but we also took on many other loved ones who didn't talk to their families.

Meanwhile, for 2 days now, they have blocked my phone connection with Tedi Blushi, who is the only registered member of the Freedom Party, the others being family members and lawyers.

Yes, there is worse, my dear!

Did you see what they did to their colleague, Erion? They even put his cell phones in and tapped him at the same time. Ideal friend, you have nothing to say!

I was prejudiced when I found out that you left the arrest warrant in their hands and I thought, "Who knows what the tiger has done?" But when I saw that they wanted to make a scapegoat for the incinerator, I understood.

Whereas when I heard you at Çim Peka's in February, I was convinced that they wanted to arrest you for what you refused to sign, not for the "undeclared" tiles and sinks.

You are a great actor though!

Do you remember the last meeting when you came for 5 minutes to receive the Decree as Minister for Reconstruction and the Pandemic? When you said to me: "You have no idea how much he loves you, etc. etc."

Meanwhile, you knew that he loved you even more than me, so you had delegated the tender signatures to others from then on.

So dear, like the first letter!

We'll hear from you soon!"


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