OPEN LETTER/ Come to the dialogue and listen to me speak, otherwise I will cut off your scholarships, you will rot in prison. Please!

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When the model are strong and tallavaja

2022-05-11 12:50:51Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA DOM GJERGJ META
When the model are strong and tallavaja
Dom Gjergj Meta

You have grown up with words like: "May God bless him!", "He is one or you"; Even when you saw these guys coming down from their luxury cars, in the premises of the area, bought in a short time, who as soon as they got out of the car they put a puffy nose and a spit on the ground and greeted him: “he or fire what's up?" you "got excited" completely and dreamed of being like him.

Meanwhile, since you were little, no one has told you that mathematics numbers are divine and that science is beautiful; how beautiful is geometry and algebra; that Albanian letters are beautiful and that the Epic of the Kreshniks, the poems of Fishta and Naim , Mjedë's sonnets and Noli translations are a food for the soul.

No one has told you insistently that reading Hugo, Dostoevsky, Cervantes and Flaubert, Shakespeare and Dickens, you know the creative spirit of the creative continent of the old continent. Also, they have never come across a dialogue by Plato, a snippet from the ethics of Aristotle's Nicomachean, or just a page by Kant, Hegel, Nice or so I know. Even their names may seem strange.

You grew up with tallavana and duplex rappers and it never occurred to you that there is a Bach, a Mozart, a Beethoven and so on. How much would your life have changed if you had known instead of the strongmen of Laç, Tropoja, Tepelena, Vlora, Fier, Durrës, at least one of these names that I mentioned above.

Believe me your life would have been completely different. You did not have these and neither did your parents, since in those years they tried harder to provide bread for you and your siblings.

They left the work for you, but you did not like the work either, because you saw that your father and your mother with work, every day in their fields, could not even provide a living.

You noticed that your parents in those years, even though they worked the land every day, tended cows, or worked as guards in a private business, in the end did not have enough money when their grandmother became seriously ill, or where their mother had a breast tumor. You saw that those who finished school from your village or neighborhood started working in a "call center" and lived the classics of literature, exact sciences, etc.

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While you saw in front of you "tangarllëku" overtaking by your peers, or even slightly larger with Cabriolets, Cayenne and then even more banal as X6 or Ferrari. And now I remember when you as a child come to Church with other children and play with them, pray with them, rejoice with all your peers. But what happened? Why are you now behind bars, or in the loneliness of an arena planted with illicit narcotics, or inside a cannabis warehouse? Why? Here I am saying that today you are just a soldier, a small, insignificant soldier who has lost His freedom. itself and its youth.

The "strong" have promised you that if you do this job you will earn a lot, in a short time and you are safe, because "the police protect us". No darling, there is no one policeman who defends evil. The police do not protect crime, sooner or later they will fight it. Even the cops are the parents of some young people your age and just want to get their paycheck. There are criminals in its ranks, there may be corrupt leaders, but not the police.

The moment will come when one day they will enter the warehouse where you are, with hoods, armed to the teeth, and they will shout: "stop, hands up!", They will catch you and lay you down on the ground cold pistol barrels on the head will put handcuffs.

And you as a soldier will be punished, but your "bosses" will not. They will continue to recruit other young people like you, starting from scratch with their promises and you will see them there in prison. And yet it's good that you're in jail that you could have been one more corpse and anonymous in fart anonymous on cannabis plots.

But I will also come there to meet you in prison, not to say that you are a bad boy, but to say that after all, if you will, there is always light at the end of the tunnel and that you can do it , but for this you have to come out of the darkness where you have entered, you have to come out on yourself. For this you must have the courage and I am here to encourage you to leave the cannabis plots or warehouses and start a new life…


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