
BY VIKTOR ZHUSTI
(Essay in lieu of a rejected show)
While looking for some notes in Yuval Harari's book "21 Lectures for the 21st Century" (I recommend it to you, not because it is the best-selling book in the history of literature, but as a privilege to know and communicate with one of the brightest minds of our century), I came across on the shelf of my library, the yellowed old book from my student years: "A Hero of Our Time" by Pushkin.
I forgot about Harar for a moment, I started browsing through it, and among the memories it awakened, the question arose:
– Does our time have a hero?
The gap that my mind created at this moment seemed deep and difficult to overcome, since, initially, some other questions must precede it, such as:
– What do I mean by the term “our time”?
– What are the demands and claims of this time?
– What prototypes has he created and which represent him?
Even if we had taken these questions to heart (you caused the wind, wait for the storm), the gap would be further deepened by the flood of a series of other questions, such as:
-In what field?
-Where and how was it created?
-For what deeds?
And, as if to further confuse this equation, the big question would be added: "Do you have to know what time we live in to know who its hero is, or do you have to know the hero to find out what time we live in"?
The biggest problem in this crossroads of dilemmas was that I didn't even have my friend and colleague, Laertes, with whom I discuss from time to time, because I know and respect his background and abilities. He had fallen into a television "trap". Alone, as often happens in the theater, when to create an atmosphere of meditation: the lights dim, a puff of smoke is released, a few legato notes are heard on the G string... and my mind got lost and started spinning... When you are "locked up", whether in BBV4, or in any of the previous ones, in Prison 313 in Tirana, or any other city, in the Psychiatry, or any other ward, your world narrows in relation to the space where you are isolated. You don't even realize what is happening and how you are judged from the outside, just as those outside don't even understand what is really going on inside. The connection between the two worlds (one outside and the other inside) is severed.
Communication, zero. The only information comes from the "ration" given to you by the moderator, the guard, the nurse... because you can't decide, you are dependent, you are not your own master, you don't have the opportunity and freedom, let alone the luxury of playing. You have turned yourself into a toy. People wait, watch, have fun, position themselves, curse, praise, defend, despise, deny, scold, worship... but none of this goes inside so that you can set the clock according to real time.
They have locked you up so that you are not "affected", but those outside, those who fill the circus steps, wait impatiently, matches, competitions, nerves, tears, conflicts, calls, decibels, screams... Normal has no effect. Logic has no interest. Wisdom spoils things. God, save our minds! "Folly and wisdom," writes D. Agolli, "sleep in the same bed, the question is which one wakes up earlier". For myself, I have never had a question about which one wakes up earlier in Laertes, since he has never put them to sleep. The winding path of life, relationships with people, theater, experience... has made me understand that man does not change. And Laertes, in these last 25 years that we have known each other closely, has not changed his character and characteristics, he has only emphasized them. Life, also shows us (and not once) that, no matter how convinced you are that you know someone, never believe that you have known them to the end. No! Never! Not a hand in the fire! For anyone! This was also confirmed to me by my friend, in BBV4, by a series of surprising surprises. I thought his decision to enter there was wrong, although BB is also a kind of theater, similar to the “Happening Theater”, so fashionable in the first half of the last century, but I was disappointed and left bewildered, when I saw how well he knows himself and how masterfully he owns the “art of the game”.
Although I have not followed it regularly, due to the intensive rehearsals with "12 Angry Men", but, from several TV sessions, posts on FB and "Instagram", the excellent orangeization and the endless discussions full of pathos in the streets and cafes, I have felt that it causes a deafening tsunami. The discussions are both approving and denying, and when bias, irritation and quarrels enter this middle, they compete for politics. You can say whatever you want, but that we are not "engaged", can you say that?! That Laertes is sharp and cultured, his colleagues know and respect him, now through BBV4, the whole Albanian community has learned. I used the term "Albanianism", because my friend not only likes and consumes it as a word, but also has a card that he plays with spirit and strength, without letting the occasion escape him. Perhaps, his background also influences this formation (both parents, people of books and weapons). His mother and my family acquaintance, the honorable Mrs. Reveka (once with the rank of Major), at the “surprise” meeting, as in the tragedies of antiquity, declaiming full of pathos, called him: “Captain”, because she, like every mother, remembers that a hero has been born. In fact, an actor has been born.
Laertes, in BBV4, had to fight an unequal "fight", which he had no problem with, since he has intuition and wisdom, but, often, he also had to "deceive", which he also has no problem with, since he is an actor, and even talented. He has been through "difficult" situations, but he has stayed above them, because he knows that, in the end, everything is a "storm in a teacup" and all the nerves, conflicts, irritations, screams and fights between VIPs are duels with plastic water pistols... For these, no dog eats the stick. With this kind of weapon, he is a sniper. This does not surprise me. In Greek, interpretation is also called "ÕðïêñéôéêÞ", hypocrisy, pretense, alienation, you play someone else, you have a mask over your real face, you have a role, you play. And he knows how to "act", for this he graduated from the Theater Academy at the National Theater in Athens.
My friend, Laertes! You have often excelled, but not a few times you have made me feel embarrassed and pursed my lips. "Big Brother" scanned two basic aspects that shaped your personality: Life (from the traumatic age of a 9-year-old sprout) and character (from the ease and naturalness of demonstrating encyclopedic knowledge that would make the so-called VIPs blush, to the appearance of an acute hysteria that would not make the psychiatrist hesitate to put you in a "straitjacket". But... I emphasize: I am convinced that even in these two aspects, the truth is doubtful, everything is a game, since the game is a goal. Since, last year, the public was surprised by a "cancer diagnosis", why shouldn't your "pedophilia" be a strong emotional "gong" to shake the bewildered who spend morning and evening in front of the screen? I am confident that you will come out of this adventure whistling the ABBA motif "Money, money, money", but, outside, do not doubt that you will also find from them that the Shkodra people have ready on their lips: “Where, where, for us…”. We really find an excuse and hide under Machiavelli’s cloak (“The end justifies the means”), but the bad thing is that this damn money buys and sells, comes and goes, and as if all this were not enough, that “curse” screams and lingers for a long time… I have tried it myself! The comet during its flight shines and is visible only for a moment, its tail continues to appear longer… The finale is approaching. For me, no surprise at all.
You entered BBV4, saw, knew, fought, you will win (more sense than euro), but as soon as possible, return to the theater, here, among colleagues (if you have enough, don't have all the VIPs like there, but don't feel bad, any of them, I neither compare nor exchange him with our good Qani), so return among friends and the public, who know you, love you, respect you and want to see you differently! Playing roles, no longer Laertes. You are part of the art of the stage, not the circus. Sorry! I took it long because I lack the ability to write briefly, but also because I believe that, without plowing, you cannot sow, let alone reap. "Big Brother", this "inside", this "patent", this "social experiment", where the level or the quality of a society (of the soloists inside and the choir outside) is tested for beauty, has turned into a media and business "boom" in our country, which would leave the former gold diggers speechless... And, if BBV is a typical social phenomenon, Laert Vasili, with all that he discovered in it, is: "The typical hero of our time".