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The Miracle of the Renaissance

2024-05-01 20:09:39Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA ARTAN LAME
The Miracle of the Renaissance
The Miracle of the Renaissance

Among the 100 billion galaxies of the Universe, our Galaxy continues to rotate, in which, among its 200 million stars, our Sun continues to rotate, around which our Earth continues to rotate for 4 billion years, in which for a million years bark, a two-legged species that in Latin is called "homo sapiens sapiens", two and a half million of whom fight and create day and night in a country that has been called Albania for 110 years.

Find a spare half hour and put aside the storm in the glass where we are all drowning, prison, tender, corruption, stamp, Spaku, property, spia, yard, mortgage, court, Beleri, lawyer, drugs, notary, establishment, re-establishment, anti-establishment, escort, hotel, Dubai, London, commission, full and full of others and see that to our anger the world continues to move without much thought. Here, today, a piece of news caught my attention from those that are the cause of wars all over the world, but that luckily turns into a firecracker here. The Bulgarian ambassador, with the Bulgarian flag, went to Pustec, Albania, to deliver aid to the village that carries the Macedonian flag. The abundance that has occupied Pustec in recent years is unprecedented. Declared as Macedonian, with the addition (of the North) that the Greeks insist on adding every time they hear it, that village receives money from the Albanian state that will be generous with the minorities, receives aid from Macedonia that will appear to support its minorities, it also takes from Bulgaria, which counts them as Bulgarians.

I've been to Pustec myself, and the boys there didn't kill too much, it was okay. One brother had a Bulgarian passport, because they went to Europe without visas when Bulgaria entered the EU, the other had a Macedonian passport. Some others had tried (to be honest without success) to declare themselves Greeks. Albania is full of idiots like that of the Egyptians (!!!) who were invented in this country and asked to be recognized by the Republic of Egypt, which said I have no business with them, or the Albanians themselves who declare themselves one of Greek nationality who has taken a job in Karpenis, Greece and the other Albanian brother who lives in Bulqiza, Albania.

Nuk e kam këtë shkrim për këto çështje, por thjesht më tërhoqi vëmendjen dhe më kujtoi çorbën etnike (asgjë e keqe) që gëlonte dikur në vorbën osmane dhe që, kur me luftrat Ballkanike vorba u thye, çorba u derdh dhe secili prej mini-shteteve ballkanike lëshoi garuzhden të hante sa më shumë e të rritej. Të vetmit që nuk kishin jo garuzhde a lugë, por as lugë kafeje, ishin shqipot, të cilët siç kishin bërë jetë e mot që prej krijimit të Universit 13,7 miliard vjet të shkuara, vazhdonin të sherrosesin mes vedit. S’kishin as një gjuhë të njohur, as shkolla të tyret, as një zot të vetëm, as kishë a xhami që t’i mbidhte bashkë, as flamur e as libra në gjuhë të nënës, se siç thosh Faik beu “shqiptarit ja ka ngrënë dhia librat”. Dhe si të mos mbaronin këto, ishin edhe bandat e grekut e të bullgarit, të serbit e malazezit që bënin terror dhe përpiqeshin t’i bënin të deklaroheshin sipas dyfekut që kishte banda e radhës.

Që të mos ju duken përralla dimri këto, mendoni sot qindramijë shqiptarët që për hall pune a shkolle kanë ndërruar emrin lart e poshtë Ballkanit. Veç për një jetë më të mirë apo për shkollën e djalit, a për vëndin e punës e kanë bërë. Po kur? Tani, që shteti shqiptar ka 110 vjet që egziston, që përpiqet të na ngulë në kokë “oh sa mirë me qen shqiptar”, që ka shkolla e libra, që ka një shtet që na mbledh e një flamur që e shohim përditë! Po aso kohe që, le që s’kishte asnjë nga këto, por ishte edhe frika e dyfekut e masakrave, e përzënies nga vatra dhe ku më të shumtit as nuk e dinin veten se ç’ishin.

E kam vrarë mendjen gjatë për këtë punë dhe sa më shumë e vras, aq më shumë më rritet nderimi gati fetar për ata 30 a 50 a ndoshta shumë shumë, 100 burra të urtë që, prej mesit të shekullit XIX zunë fill të krijonin kombin dhe që mrekullisht, duke i patur të gjitha e të gjithë kundër, ja dolën. Janë ata burrat që ne tani jua zëmë emrat veç si emra rrugësh a shkollash, pa e kuptuar më se ishin njerëz prej vërteti, Jeronim de Rada, Naum Veqilharxhi, Zef Jubani, Kostandin Kristoforidhi, motrat Qiriazi dhe vëllezërit Frashëri, Petro Nini Luarasi e capak të tjerë, që u përmblodhën me një fjalë e u qojtën RILINDES. Zor se bëhen nja 50. Ja për lehtësi llogaritje po i quaj 100.

Ja dolën t’u fusin ndenjësve ngatërrestarë të këtyre maleve “virusin” e mrekullushëm të kombësisë. Ashtu me zë të ulët e me durim: -Ej, ti fshatari i maleve të Kolonjës nuk je elin a osman, je shqiptar. -Shqiptar, ç’është ky “jení bidad” (gjë e re)?! -Ja shihe, gjuha jote mund të shkruhet, ashtu sikundër elinçja apo turçja. Ja, shihe tek ky libri këtu, të shkruar në gjuhen që ti flet kur numëron bagëtinë e bën punët e bujqësisë, mund të shkruhet edhe fjala e Ungjillit të shenjtë.

Guri Sevo wrote in his memoirs that "from Greek I became Albanian when it dawned on me like a miracle that the words I spoke could be written without having to translate them into Greek". That was the magic. The one who got the "virus", the filial piety, turned into a fanatic of the new religion that at that time became the nationality. And the virus progressed so much that the one who had received it once was ready to die for this new religion, or to persistently seek to give it a place on the ground of the nation that was being created, as Sali Butka sang "What" the Greek and the Bulgarian are looking for / the Albanian seems to be here!"

And then when we realized that in this language we could continue to fight and fight as the midea wanted us to. It was enough to say to the court, the judge - doctor, the governor - prefect, the citizen - homeland, the pharmacist - medicine, the trust - testament and we could continue to get each other's face in the book of faces (Facebook). This reclamation, even after Albania was created, was the only thing that the Renaissance people had neither foreseen nor dreamed of, not even the one among them who put his dream on paper and turned it into a book, Sami bei with "Albania what has been, what is and what will become".

These and others like these come to mind from time to time when I'm bored, or like today when I heard the news about Pustec. And every time I think about it, I say that a statue will be erected to those few men who did this miracle. September inside our brains that, when we make you pe bronze in most of the queue they are stolen for scrap.

O people, calm down and you will see how small our quarrel is, or, if you can't calm down, let's continue to fight and fight, prison, tender, corruption, seal, Spaku, property, house, yard, mortgage, court, Beleri, lawyer, drug, notary, establishment, re-establishment, anti-establishment, escort, hotel, Dubai, London, commission, deputy, chairman, director, party, Vipi, and a thousand quarrels that only we know how to solve; pooor, don't forget that from time to time you remember those 50 or 70 or 100 men who made this country and stuck the word Albanian in the heads of our great-grandfathers. Albanians, without whom we would probably have the same problems today, but we would do them in Greek, in Turkish, in Macedonian, in Montenegrin, in Bulgarian, in Romanian, in Romanian, in Serbian, in Bosnian or in Egyptian.


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