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Anthropology

Politiko 2025-06-06 17:06:00

Anthropology

By Lutfi Dervishi
He has the flag in his heart, but it beats harder when he hears "European passport"
He has history in his mind, not what happened, but what he forged his path with a sword in his hand.
He has sweet Albanian on his tongue, but speaks as bitterly as Greek speaks English.
There is pride in every limb, which is paralyzed as soon as he lands in Rinas.
There is hot blood in his veins, which boils for football, flares up for politics, but cools completely for the price of food, air quality and... governance.
His body and feet are always ready to run away, even when he has no where to go.
In his eyes are the statuses of the leader on Facebook, whom he follows with religious fanaticism.
On his forehead are the signs of deep thoughts: "What if that scoundrel wins?"
In his ears are songs of bravery, most of them about battles that never happened.
In his nose he has a "probe", not for fresh air, but to delve deeply into the affairs of others.
In his chest he has a megaphone of boasting, which announces that everything is of Albanian origin: the oldest language in the world; Pyrrhus, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Washington, are Albanian. Even God, if he could speak, would speak Albanian.
In his hands he has the latest iPhone, the keyboard is enough for him to use it like a Kalashnikov.
On his shoulder he carries the troubles of humanity and the geopolitical schemes of the globe.
In his navel is the place where the center of the world is located.
On his back he has a bag with the past, which he uses as a pillow for every failure of the present.
In his pocket he has faith, but he does not touch it.
In his soul he has a cocktail of hospitality, envy, revenge and a dose of fatality.
In his stomach he has worries, which he dissolves with
brandy, black humor and... politics.
He is the one who speaks with his feet and hands, thinks out loud, laughs to keep from crying, believes in strangers more than in God, and curses himself for "not having any luck."
He is the one whose heart cries for his homeland from afar, but up close he has to cope only with tranquilizers and the dilemma: "to stay or not to stay."

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