THE REAL ALBANIA
sailing course by helicopter on the beautiful coast of Albania had to be more attractive rather than looking at the ugly face Albania, the real one, even one where you live day and night, summer and winter in landfills - as Shara, just in Tirana - go and see, the outcasts of the world, away from fine dining light and fragrant. Yet we see, even from the highway, children, women, fathers and husbands who live, eat, get old, get sick and die on top of an immense, smelly landfill. It is absurd that national Silvio has fallen in the land of the eagles and to promise aid to enter alliances in Europe and NATO, turning his head to see what more he had. Not the natural beauty of the rocky coast of Albania - new Aga Khan, said an Albanian friend of mine this morning - no archaeological remains of Butrint, but hospitals, schools, with rats as big as cats, and ramshackle houses where families of victims of pyramid companies - which in its time (1997) sold the house so blinded by the allure of easy money stupid chain letters and then, when the toy was broken, lost cabin and puppets and now live in apartments of one room in four! Silvio
No dear, I'm not. In this way you have disappointed those hundreds of men and women who every day are struggling to end a Euro at a time in the right direction. Maybe they have not said that in the Balkans there are over 1500, say 1500 NGO, and not all of adamantine in the financial statements, although we have, and how, of honest and hardworking, struggling to create something that seems to be made in memory of those tires (but they always return to the fold primitive form). Maybe you would not know that the local political class, the one in power or not, it could force much more 'well to honor the enormous funding that Italy - and let's say it loud - More than any other country devotes to Albania. But because you say, dear readers? Well, because it 's difficulties inherent in' which involves making large and effective when the projects are a lot of money to invest. And the great and good projects are those organizations that series - and there are many - are waiting anxiously for the building, rebuild, heal, disinfect. "Yeah, but I gain, I personally, I'm from 'project?" He seems to say the public official, minister or not, in turn, I should rather give a hand to the guy that ONLUS chat to us $ 50,000 in his pocket and I promised 10,000 if he authorizes him to re-paint the front of the school? E 'paradoxical but it just so happens, major projects have now reinforced the case, after the burning of the past years, and not just Italian: if money is a lot, defended themselves with pre-races, competitions, project managament unit cross-proof of corruption, etc etc. But eventually it happens that small projects small and often insignificant, enjoy more attention ... simply because you can squeeze something and also because 'they are much less expensive for the quantity' and quality 'of work that lies' behind.
What are these large and expensive projects? I am referring to electricity ', water, roads, bridges, ports, railways, etc etc. Let's look closely at the consequences of the collapse of Albania.
If our Prime Minister had done a ride in Elbasan, a few kilometers from Tirana, he would have had first hand experience that there are thirty cases of typhoid and perhaps increase. The heavy rains of recent days have drained the faecal bacteria (including the dreaded Salmonella Typhi) from the soil and even into the sewers unlikely Albanian ramshackle aqueducts of drinking water. The result is some contamination, with serious consequences for public health. But certainly the ice served in restaurants' good 'and' made with mineral "pa gaz" (without gas) in cash and travelers are not at risk. It could bring the university hospital or trauma to the military and where, with broken windows, looks forward to death without diagnosis, without treatment, with post-surgical abscesses in the abdominal wall (stuff was pre-antibiotic) pending the holy " Sanatrix vis naturae ", if it ever comes.
There are places in Albania, where the amputated body parts, for the too frequent injuries arma da fuoco, vengono seppellite nel prato dietro l’ospedale e i cani randagi possono andare a dissotterarle, orrore! Ci sono improbabili centri per la riabilitazione delle vittime degli ordigni esplosivi (ancora un centinaio all’anno, con qualche raro incidente mortale) dove si arrangiano protesi facendo sforzi enormi con i budget mignon che sono a disposizione. Ecco, quindi, perche’ si fugge dall’Albania con lo scafo o senza, con il visto, senza visto, comunque. Un volta un albanese mi ha detto: “Voglio fuggire in Italia, perche’ se li’ mi sento male e mi butto per terra, certamente mi portano in un ospedale dove c’e’ un letto pulito, la luce, l’acqua e quant’altro per not to die ...". I did not know what to say. It was telling the truth. There 's a department at the University Hospital of Tirana, where, in summer, the water comes for a few hours just before dawn. Then a population of people squatting in the corridor up to go and wash their relatives in hospital. But what is more sad is that even I, after years of Albania, I'm making the game easy to pull the target of the glaring inefficiency of the ruling class Albanian. But this does not do justice to my intellect. In fact, as this criticism if you do not carefully examine the reasons? Too easy to get in the chair and judge. Let's take a moment
two accounts. Given that the life in Albania, ie gasoline, meat, shoes, clothes, books, etc now cost as in Italy, telling our readers to know that the average salary does not exceed 200 euros per month, in some cases 300? However, in the words of Francisco Franco, the Deputy Attorney General in Albania earns 500 euros per month. A Minister 700. That said, the equation seems to have a solution in the world of real numbers. What should it do a cop who stops a motorist caught in no-parking? Raising a fine or grab the "gifts" of a Euro already threaded through the pages of the cautious driver license that gives him already? And what does the professor before the final examination? And the technical the local telephone company, will control the controller does not give him a hand? The nurse will give us an injection at the right time if there is quell'aiutino? The guard of the bank I will park on yellow lines if you do not pay the goatee? And the father does not steal 'a manhole from the street at night? In Montenegro, for the metal, they give you $ 100 round round! Try to increase this large numerical matrix for all, tell all the people with public office or not, and you will have the full picture of the chief complaint in this country: an overwhelming discrepancy between the salary and the cost of what they need to live. Can you imagine, dear lettori, un Di Pietro mani pulite che combatte a 500 Euro al mese ? Io me lo immagino, soprattutto, quando ebbe quel problemino di ritmo cardiaco e, in men che non si dica, fece tutti i controlli, finanche la scintigrafia cardiaca, senza dare neanche una mancetta !! Me lo immagino in Albania, come incubo delle ore diurne! Cari lettori in Albania la sanità non è pubblica, anche quel poco che ti possono fare è davvero privato… “intra moenia” !
Ma sì, diciamoci la sacrosanta verità, è stato molto più piacevole andare a vedere le bellezze naturali nella terra delle aquile! E, soprattutto, quando verrà a Tirana, godiamoci il Milan ! Alè !
Penna Bianca
REPORT ON CHECHNYA: THE HISTORY OF SOLDIER IVAN
this and also 'an endless war. As in what was the Yugoslav territory, including in the former Soviet Union there is' much hate, hate old. Russians and Chechens continue to struggle and die, for many years. The fighting more 'long and more' mad around Grozny, the capital of the breakaway republic. Comes to us from this hell a dramatic testimony. Two Russian reporters have gone to the front, in Urus-Martan, a large village Caucasian, where 'even a Pope was kidnapped on a mission of peace. The two Russians, Yuri and Sergei Kalinin Jgum, spoke with the soldiers, trying to understand why 'of this war, but especially if you end up '. That 's the story of their meetings.
The village is' tight tanks. On a wagon there 'says "thanks for having fulfilled your duty of soldiers' And' the 81st Regiment of the Guard. The commander called Ivan. The surname does not matter.
- Could you tell us what has impressed you more ', one of the things he saw or experienced?
"We must first understand that when you fight and 'difficult to judge. That you can' do next, but in those moments even thinking about how to give orders on how to save the men, as to better fulfill the tasks received. I remember a episode. tank that was hit was a cover. we did have time to pull out only the master and the other two died. At first the shooter was still alive and shooting, then there was another explosion. tower wagon fly 'away. It happened all under my eyes. Do not forget 'easily. A bill and 'speaking of death, an account and' see it, finding themselves in the midst .
- But exactly how did you feel? Emotions, fear, pain?
" If someone says these cases have not been afraid that I think do not tell the truth 'because' in all there 'instinct for self-preservation. perhaps before the beginning of the fight we all realize there overvalued. but this does not last long. feel fear for a few seconds, then the prevailing sense of responsibility '.
- But it sometimes happens to feel compassion for the enemy?
" I think so. For example, when we entered the city 'without having to use weapons, we wanted to solve problems peacefully. We shot only to respond when they attacked us. However, you feel a sense of compassion toward all. in this war and 'a lot of peaceful people died, many civilians. I express my deep condolence to those people. "
- What does a war intimately, what remains of the soldiers returning home from the front?
"The moment you stop fighting, and mental and moral status 'satisfactory. I have spoken with many officers and soldiers. Certainly does not wish anyone to experience what' they lived. but 'after a day of rest and is' ready to fight again. Of course the war and 'war spares no one, there is' traumatized people who will pass ' a period of rehabilitation. "
In a field full of snow c' and 'grave. There' wrote:" Sergeant Guard buluscev - rem sciamilievic 19/9/68 - 2/19/1995, killed in the line of duty
A few steps away is' a small field hospital. There 's a wounded soldier. It 'just been wounded. "I am the Altai region - -. says I have no big problems at home and then there's' no waiting '
- but what is' success? It was possible to avoid confrontation?
"Maybe we were wrong, there 'was a good organization. And then this is not' a war, but a guerrilla war, fought in the streets, in the woods. We were in a forest. We were hiding, but we have discovered. we shot, but we were surrounded. remained. three of our friends were injured, one unscathed. we were unarmed and they say, we say thank you caught us. then they shot.
Another soldier wounded. Her name is Alia, has nineteen years.
-How do you feel?
" Well, now I have removed the prosthesis. But the legs' are like withered "
-Fai dreams?
" What happens is that somebody shoot me "-What
pensi, tra un anno o due sarai ancora tormentato dalla guerra o no?"
"Non credo. e se anche fosse sopportero'. ma non credo"
Interviene l'ufficiale medico. Spiega: " C'e' anche in Russia che parla da anni di "sindrome afghana". E' successo in realta' quello che sta accadendo con la cosidetta "sindrome cecena". Prima nasce il termine e poi comincia ad arricchirsi di fatti. Sto studiando questo fenomeno, perche' da quando nella stampa si e' cominciato a parlare di sindrome ho notato che, se prima i rapporti con i nostri pazienti erano normali, adesso si verificano casi di pazzia o di profondo malessere. Bisogna andarci cauti, perche' a volte si cerca cosi' di giustificare persino il proprio passato ".
Passa un soldato. Ha un fogliettino con l'indirizzo di casa. " Dite a mia madre che sto bene e che spero di tornare presto ”. Passa un altro soldato. Urla: " La guerra e' guerra. Ma poi tutto torna a posto. E' solo questione di tempo ".
Pino Scaccia
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