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The Albanian government has recently presented two pictures at the UN General Assembly. Both are dreadful and associated with the highest representatives. The first has to do with a certain bravado of Prime Minister Rama in a mainly imaginary clash with the Russian ambassador to the UN. Taking the temporary leadership of the UN Security Council was used by Mr. Rama precisely for his best role: joking at the expense and burden of others. Rama has not clashed with the Russians, not even as Enver Hoxha once did, who, even though to preserve his power, showed some natural anti-Russian standing. While Hoxha was protected by paranoia and delirium, Rama is protected by NATO and America when playing battle with the Russians.
So anyone who tried to extract bravery from jokes is doing a service to Rama and his boasting, but not to the truth. As the head of the Security Council, Albania can neither create nor maintain balances; they are in the hands of the Great Powers; being their appendage, Tirana's elite can not play the global strongman without becoming ridiculous.
Rama looked in New York like those Albanian boxers around the world who proclaim themselves champions in matches that they organize themselves, in leagues that no one recognizes, and who are supported by delusional and short-sighted businessmen from Albania who see themselves as the reincarnation of Don King.
The other view is entirely dreadful. If Rama can keep at the infotainment he creates because his readings and charisma allow him, the President of the Republic is an example of the Soviet apparatchik or a bygone Albania at the beginning of the transition, which many of us thought as lost.
An Albania that oozed poverty and misery wore the clothes of humanitarian aid, slept on its feet in the endless queues for visas at the Greek or Italian embassies, and ate meat by the pound as if in a desperate attempt to restore the lost proteins of communism, sold its girls in marriage or prostitution, to soldiers of humanitarian aid operations or elders of neighboring countries, and so on.
At that time, the delegations of sports, government, or non-governmental associations were filled with various people, regardless of the purpose of the visit or tour. A director arranged his lover, a deputy minister his cousin, a sportsman his neighbor, making Albanian dispatches a mess of biographies and characters that could fill a vaudeville. People wanted to get out.
This taste, almost forgotten, was brought back by President Begaj with the 22-person delegation that headed to New York, likely to participate in the work of the UN General Assembly. The press was mostly silent, but the social media were abuzz, both with the number and the presidential probe related to foreign policy and the affairs of the Presidency, as this article has with oil drilling in Alaska.
The president had turned the official send-off into a personal dinner; he had taken with the state finances and the citizen's taxes those he would invite for an evening at his house. There were tile makers and hairdressers there, that is, friends or acquaintances of the President and his circle.
Perhaps more severe than the presidential act is the public silence about it. There was no reaction from the Presidency. The leading media did not deal with it, considering it not news, perhaps because Rama and Begaj pleased them by including journalists from the main TV channels. What has been lost in all this deed is the transformation of the state and its myth into a washroom for anyone holding an office for four or eight years.
Begaj has humiliated the Presidency even more because he revealed in it, perhaps never before, the complexes of power; the man with power proves his power by not doing the things he has in hand, that is, by limiting himself.
Bajram Begaj does not limit himself because he did not come there due to a social or political contribution. He is an appointee of the prime minister and the majority. He sees the state office not as a political attribute but as an opportunity to show the small Albanian world that he has succeeded and can send the woman's hairdresser to America in an official delegation.
Ultimately, he can be tried for personal charlatanism, but not political. This last license plate belongs to Edi Rama. He turned the country into a Zululand where below are the reins of henchmen, in the middle the vaudeville of the presidential delegation, and at the very top him, the First Zulu.