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Albanian elites: From Enver's cauldron to the mastermind of neo-communism!

Politiko 2026-07-17 10:51:22

By Kim Mehmeti
A friend from Tirana asks me if it would be good to make a public appeal to the Albanian elites to support the protests?
No, I tell him, it is not worth reminding those who have very little humanity in themselves, who are not called by their inner voice and do not tell them to leave the window, from where they are watching the protesters, and go down to the boulevard to join them, to do something for their people.
Then I tell him: if Albania had elites a little different from the ones it has, especially the political elites, it would not have happened to build democracy while sleeping in the Enverist bed.
So, it must be admitted that not only the political elite, but also all the other elites sang lullabies to the people with the refrain 'we will become like the whole of Europe', only so that they would not see that almost all of them were wearing the spoon with which they had eaten from Uncle's cauldron.
Also, it must be admitted that no one better than Piktori understood what was cooking in the neo-Enver cauldrons and how much what was cooking in them was enjoyed by academics, thinkers, professors, poor people who became rich overnight...
With this, he managed to appear before the common people, as if they were newborn, and those who saw him said that he was dressed in the invisible garment of progressive thought - a garment that the backward eye of the ragamuffins, who only see the colors red and black, could not see.
It must be admitted, therefore, that no one better than Piktori understood that those sleeping in Enver's bed feel it as a caress when he grabs their ears and that they need to be reminded as often as possible which cauldron they came from, because only in this way will they surrender to the chief cauldron - Piktori, to come out of the neo-communist cauldron.
I remind my friend from Tirana that we live in the age of the internet, when many of us believe that it is enough to express our views in your 'wall newspaper', where you will read the praises of those who love you and the insults of those who hate you, and thus repay your debt to your people and country?!
As for me, I have not read either the praises or the insults for a long time, because I know that we are neither what we think of ourselves, nor what those who insult us describe us as, nor what those who praise us say.
Our portrait is colored with the paints of self-deception, with the colors of the hatred of those who do not love us and with the colors of those who love and praise us.
But, nevertheless, a wise person knows that it is impossible to have a face that everyone will like, but it is enough if you have managed not to be ashamed of its appearance.