Polyparty-ism - Search for Common Ground
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began <strong>for</strong> his wife and two little<br />
sons. They became "banned" people.<br />
The mother remained alone, happily<br />
threading the family's destiny<br />
through her needle. The children<br />
grew up. University remained <strong>for</strong>bidden.<br />
1949<br />
The older brother and his family<br />
sorrowfully received the news about<br />
the younger brother's death. Ties had<br />
gradually broken during all those<br />
years. A new invisible border-in<br />
space and in spirit-was created<br />
between them. The older brother<br />
became a citizen of the Federal<br />
People's Republic of Yugoslavia and<br />
the People's Republic of Macedonia.<br />
As a graduate of the university in<br />
Istanbul, he knew the old Turkish<br />
alphabet. He discovered old parts of<br />
the original protocols <strong>for</strong> the kadilik<br />
of Bitola (1607-1912), which were<br />
of great value <strong>for</strong> research into the<br />
past three centuries of Balkan history.<br />
Excessive work and sorrow<br />
exhausted him physically, and he fell<br />
ill with diabetes. His children's success<br />
brought him joy.<br />
1975<br />
Years went by. The border<br />
between Albania and Macedonia<br />
was deserted. Hardly anyone<br />
crossed it. Only elderly people were<br />
granted visas to Albania. The older<br />
brother knew that death would come<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e the border would re-open.<br />
They decided that his wife should<br />
accomplish the family mission and<br />
go back to her roots. Her old age was<br />
her visa. She came back in anguish.<br />
How strong she was to endure it <strong>for</strong><br />
such a long time! She came back<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e her visa had expired…<br />
She passed through the iron gate<br />
covered with barbed wire-the real<br />
Balkan wall. A young soldier said,<br />
"Mother, you're leaving your country<br />
so soon!" She answered quickly:<br />
"Son, my country is where my children<br />
are." The soldier continued to<br />
play innocent: "Mother, are you<br />
leaving your people? Which are<br />
your people?" She answered right<br />
away: "The people I live with, son."<br />
She crossed the border earlier than<br />
she had planned. In her tortured soul<br />
dwelled secrets to fill a hundred<br />
years of family solitude.<br />
1976<br />
The older brother died. He died<br />
exhausted, but happy. His numerous<br />
books and notes in which he sought<br />
a happy Balkan history remained.<br />
He did not live to see it. He believed<br />
that his children would have more<br />
luck. Some day those cursed borders<br />
will open. Europe will be united, as<br />
De Gaulle anticipated, from the<br />
Atlantic to the Urals. In the East<br />
something historically new<br />
occurred: Stalin<strong>ism</strong> was condemned,<br />
but in Albania it grew stronger. The<br />
border lived in the old dream,<br />
Albanian isolation continued. The<br />
younger brother's children lived<br />
their lives in darkness…<br />
1979<br />
The older brother's children<br />
achieved successful professional<br />
careers: doctors, engineers, and professors.<br />
They lived with the memory<br />
of their father and followed his<br />
example. Their mother reminded<br />
them of her last journey's bitter<br />
experience. One of the younger sons<br />
accepted the challenge to visit his<br />
native country. As a writer he competed<br />
to write a play that would be<br />
per<strong>for</strong>med in the Albanian theatre in<br />
Skopje. He was offered a typical<br />
Stalinist socialist-realist poster. He<br />
refused it. He went through a storm<br />
of controversy and came back hurt.<br />
The ideological amalgam against<br />
reality in his native country was horrible.<br />
He did not even think about<br />
visiting the sons his dead uncle who<br />
had been murdered by the very same<br />
Stalinists in power. He came back<br />
with pain in his soul. Later on he<br />
wrote a book, in order not to <strong>for</strong>get.<br />
In his book he touched the depths of<br />
the soul of his tortured people…in<br />
order to emerge into the fresh air of<br />
freedom…<br />
1985-1995<br />
The dictator died. Hope arose<br />
that Albania would emerge from its<br />
half century of isolation. The successor<br />
believed in perestroika<br />
(restructuring). No one could save<br />
him from the explosion of the accumulated<br />
rebellion of the common<br />
people. Huge statues of Stalin and<br />
Enver Hoxha came down. The oneparty<br />
system was abolished. After<br />
that, everyone turned to the borders.<br />
Western embassies were overrun.<br />
The first free elections were held.<br />
The stitches of fifty years of isolation<br />
burst apart. People lived their<br />
freedom in anarchy. Frozen time<br />
was released as if from Pandora's<br />
Box. It was difficult to purge the<br />
soil of old ghosts.<br />
The younger brother's sons followed<br />
the national catharsis. They<br />
believed that better times would<br />
come. If only their poor mother<br />
could have lived to see it. The<br />
younger brother was "rehabilitated"<br />
by the new authorities. He received<br />
Liberation from war, April 2001