Prime Minister Edi Rama congratulated the writer Ismail Kadare on his 87th birthday.
Through a post on Facebook, Rana says that he is grateful to the writer who, through his works, has raised a fantastic monument to the Albanian language.
"I'm stopping here and wishing today, together with his birthday, that the rumors that Ismaili no longer writes, will be just his next game with real-life characters, where he has always been like a foreigner with origins and Albanian passport", Rama emphasizes, among other things.
Prime Minister Rama's congratulations to Kadare:
Writing this greeting for him, it occurred to me how many people have taken the time to write books, dissertations, master's degrees, doctorates, reports, articles, writings, biographies and scribblings, with dithyrambs, evaluations and even insults, about books. his and for himself and how little chance there is, that the strings of their letters will have a better fate than the sand castles that the toads build on the seashore, prefiguring the heroes of fairy tales and ballads or clowns and gogols of threats heard before sleep.
And with this thought, I am leaving this note (which will have the same fate as those castles) with a simple thank you, without claiming anything more than the expression of great gratitude to Ismail for the fantastic monument he has erected for the Albanian language , making my love for this mysterious language even greater, which we Albanians are lucky enough to speak and write as our mother tongue; for the extraordinary pleasure of traveling in the world of events, characters, emotions that he has brought to life with the ease of a magician, brought to light with the power of an exorcist and stored with the precision of a girocastrite; for the bitterness he has caused to the mediocre and for the lip-smacking he has provoked to the jealous with his resounding success in dozens of languages of this world, and definitely also for the fruitless debate between the barricades,
Ah, this is completely personal, and also for Vladimir Mayakovsky, the volcanic genius of Russian poetry, who if it wasn't for Ismail Kadareja, I would never have known him, in one of the most amazing meetings of my life with literature!
I'm stopping here and wishing today along with his birthday that the rumor that Ismaili no longer writes, is just his next game with the characters of real life, where he has always been like a foreigner with a background and a passport Albanian, I leave the last word of this congratulation to Majakovks, pronounced by Kadare:
"Your opinion,
That dwells in the soft brain,
Like the fat servant, when he dreams in his armchair,
I will tease him with the bloody zeal of my heart,
Mocking him bitterly, with spikes, shamelessly."