Have you ever heard the name Sokol Sulisufaj?

He is an Albanian from Tropoje who has ended his life, there in his own land where for several months he was apparently drawn from dirty Tirana, rough Tirana, messy and wild Tirana, apparently to plan his meeting , in the village of Gri, with God who believed.

"Why didn't you look here, Col"? We asked him a few weeks ago at the doors of SPAK, where he was obviously no longer the former who only listened to his own voice. "I'm in the mountains, I've fallen asleep, I've been living there for six months, away from crime and corruption", said Sokoli.

At the end of the 90s, Sokol Sulisufaj went into exile. "One of the few Albanians who was integrated in Great Britain, where he gained a human and economic reputation, serving as a magnet for the sons of the tribe and Tropoja, who found shelter and bread, found work and "glory" in the promised land thanks to Koli", say his family members.

Sokol's movements throughout the Old Continent are just plane tickets, the homeland he never left.

He invested in Tirana and Durrës, raising on his own sweat (like many Albanians not very easily, but which belonged to everyone's conscience), the "empire" that generations would inherit.

Father of well-educated, prestigious children, one of them in Great Britain as a representative of a law firm. He himself graduated in Law, at a private university in Tirana.

And when he was at the peak of glory, Sokol fell into prison cells in one of the countries of financial paradises such as Switzerland.

He was sentenced to something more than a year, but Sokol could not stand the handcuffs or the dark and cold rooms of the cell.

Organizes with other co-sufferers including Albanians, a revolt.

The Swiss authorities isolated him. The medical records say that they also gave him a vaccine.

He is released after 6 months and comes to Albania.

It had obviously changed. Here you find a bitter reality with the property that today is worth millions of euros in the heart of Tirana, near "Elbasan Street".

The user had put it as a bank guarantee. Sokoli won the battle with justice and not more than a year ago, he also took possession of that property that is now legally enjoyed by someone who was interested in buying it.

"Medical treatments could not exceed the strength of that vaccine in the recesses of Swiss prisons," say the family members.

Sokol, with another multi-storey building in Tirana, and another one in Durrës, Sokol, who used to come near SPAK perfumed and dressed in branded clothes, and shouted in revolt not about his troubles, but about the Albanian reality, is no more, and the reasons He apparently took them with him, from there to the next world.

"3 years ago, he was involved in an accident in Farka, Tirana. He got out of the vehicle and saw that the situation was not resolved immediately. He calls the police and the other party claims that he was attacked by Sokoli. They take him to prison. He spent 6 months in the prison of Zaharia in Krujë, treating him like a madman. We suspect that they may have done something similar there as in Switzerland. We took it out with great difficulty. We trusted Sokol, he never lied to us, he swore to us that he was innocent and they took advantage of him", says a family member of the deceased.

I have sat with other colleagues several times in coffee with Sokol (Kola we called him), and he was exactly what you would imagine if you looked at him when he roared with the eye of curiosity, knowledgeable, resourceful, wise, sensitive and brave.

On Thursday, July 25, he was in Tirana. A cousin of his from Tropoja stayed with him most of the time, as he drove his vehicle when he didn't want to drive it himself. Until 11:00 they had walked together in the beautiful northern city after returning from the capital.

"Go home, I'm going to calm down. Don't come early, from 6 o'clock in the evening, come as the weather has cooled, because it won't go out in the morning."

And so they parted.

But at 6 o'clock in the evening, Sokol didn't answer the door, he didn't pick up the phone.

He was bald, shaved, and said, fuck you all, you who infected me, you who wanted to take my wealth, you who even mocked me, I won over everyone and shared with everyone, and now I'm running away where he didn't fuck with horns.

I wrote these lines in order not to leave the life and history of an Albanian without recounting his death, as something completely personal and family.

The death of Sokol Sulisufaj is an Albanian death, death in exile, death from suffering, death due to great misunderstanding, death from the envy and envy of others, death from blaming the innocent, death from the injection of evil, death from not resolving non-response, death by prejudice and violence.

The news of his departure came to me like a bombshell, and it seems strange to anyone that I speak like this about the unknown in this version of the well-known Sokol Sulisufaj, but also Friday in faith from his side regarding the last meeting, where he swore that he would allow me to pay for the next coffee.

(This is not a matter of a coffee, it is Albanian history, and above all, the history of justice)

Rest in peace Kol, take it easy and see the land of Tropoja!