Albania colored chocolate

Albania colored chocolate

On Dedaj Reldar

We can not say if the arrival of Roma in Albania was accidental or not , but one thing we know for sure , the history of our country can not be so full .

One such language , music , clothing and perception on life so we can say without fear , which is something rare , insurmountable , but a story that will always remain young like their energy .

Certainly the arrival of people who occupy the banks of rivers , ruins of cities in Albanian territory is not yet clear , because this minority is always moving from one residence to another , by one country to another , in a permanent journey with bright colors , language , music , but also with problems , suffering extreme poverty , more or less a similar journey with us .

Our life is common , as is common in our past . And do not you find it odd that we are born free and are so grown as attached ? It is , more or less like saying : how similar are the children of the miners chrome with those small planes , which burrow into the huge pile of earth to find some chrome , with Roma children lie pavement edge , or rushed to the window of the car wash here and barring any traffic lights in the capital .

Those same hands are dirty , pale faces , bodies vuajtun , even the same family drama that constantly struggles to a fatal attempt to provide daily bread . These children are part of the history that it consistently shows that chapter of life that flourished heroes and heroines of the motherland alleging that there is no defect . But when they appear disappear heroes , heroines remain hidden when the only homeland , without them , you can recognize that even the smallest defect .

Homeland came face to face with reality , face to face with Roma . Certainly we can not say that these children , if they Roma or the northern upper war against their country , rather it was he who killed him repeatedly with indifference , ignorance and lack of alternatives .

This is only a minority , bravely managed to replace the diaper - flowers Majestic their supposedly modern aristocracy , with the simple , the extraordinary , the commons , with realen ideal . They brought the man 's head down as up and psychological world , to unfold these most difficult existential situations . These are the part of Albanian history finds its characters everywhere : on the street to beg their living and to take only contempt , but on the streets selling their bodies to get the mud of ridicule , without finds pride in pub to drink the poison of life , in an impossible battle to ensure children smallest particle morsel .

Characters of this story to remind everyone desires and attachments that keeps hidden underneath that affects everyone ei caress , sank in the depths of consciousness , without ever letting go completely naked under the gaze of others . To think , O man, whether it be with our brothers are similar even though the language , color , dress , music , dance differ from those of ours , nevertheless sees that inside you are moving like they are the same muscle , dream , hope , feeling , even when love , hate each other , crying or laughing behave in the same way . Well , then see how we are connected among themselves or a friend , or bro .

We are like a book haluçinant , where the ugly side of the world only rarely allows to see the other side of the coin , her beautiful face , Roma history puts us in front of himself , which resembles a journey in time , where the time goes ahead of time turn around , away , in the deep , where the first encounter unrealized desires .

Roma Krrokama looks like early comedic rant . Some assumptions are increasingly worrying , as some alleged moral quandary , supposedly logical that those Roma Well even if you give them back home will sell . They will sit back in the hut , somewhere the river bed , or in an abandoned carcass . It is the all- mentality as someone attracted by their simple life full of color , music , dance and unassuming excess over the top boss showed no desire to be like them.

In short the common phrase " O , how well the Albanian been ohe , ohe " for that person could be " O , how good was Roma ohe , ohe " . Of course this story to mutual ndërsheh with Albanian Roma , begging in the streets , taking the list , who wash car windows in traffic lights , enslaved children , who sell packages , women who sell their bodies to survive , without fear can say that very few things can change .

Even if you have little far when blood relatives can not give them , there is always a Roma woman out from her body crushed it be three hundred grams of juice to feed your body . I do not know what it means to give blood twice a month to survive . But they have proven that they know very well that the energies begin zveniten , pale face , the body falls completely , as after a few starts to grab a temperature of already deep as your body can not warm either two , three blankets . Continue the endless chill , headache , porridge made ​​sheets , blanket head out to get some air , feeling that your body begins to tremble even more , assemble , assemble it gets louder until the shape of a shell . Then thinking of saying I can not do anymore, ever . But other days can not be otherwise , again without bread , without defamation , in the shack to fight to the death . This is a chorus of their daily lives . Surely nothing more .

We have enough hard to catch our daily grind of city without harsh ideal , filled with cruel heartless script that repeatedly fail to ruin your sleep and memory are constantly moving as the mother's eyes hidden behind a curtain of children's play room below , in the courtyard of the palace .

Here are just numb face our eye moves a second life littered with concerns aside some sidewalks , buildings in straits , in abandoned fields , where no fear can cry a pain for the sake of life and poverty that finally have become synonymous with each other , although quite narrow space between one and the other somewhat shy constantly sit in the shade as a dream of a different life .

Happiness of the defendant , the man who lives in the dark, drifting like the blind to grasp with his arms thrown haphazardly heart and loved to tighten as much in the warm bosom of pain , something always remains important . With the desire that one day they will become beacons illuminating the path to happiness . Shadows of light from the barracks holes have illuminated the interior of their constantly thwarted by the tap water a few drops fall in metal dishes , then brought the bodies terrified , numb to be the same , with the same trouble . But such an awakening is probably only in the hand, in those countries ... as to Roma , as to us , equally . Finally do not all live under the same sun and the same ground ?