She kissed in Albania once, but who do you tell...

I haven't read “yet Sarah” of Alfred Peza, but I will do this weekend. While I was promoting this novel, I was asked a question that I have from time to time, but I have no one to ask: Why do we have so few love stories from our history, the past, which seems like he's been fighting with a pen and a rifle all his life? Well Communism, because it is the philosophies and crutches of that time, but now<

Why do moviemakers have an obsession that after the 1990s only make movies and soap operas with the Albanian prostitute, the traffickers and the drug addicts. With some slight exception, no one goes to Albania's golden age, such as the '20-Thirty-40s. It is a time of Albanian hat, aristocracy, pearl weddings and tennis clubs (mostly during the kingdom).

Turkey, who fuck with Facebook and cafes, has actually no random serials and has found nerve in the world, even receiving awards and awards at prestigious soap opera festivals, love stories, Sultan's palaces, entered and Suleiman the Great, etc., etc., all in the function of the world's best image. Besides the media, mainly Panorama newspaper, which has been digging in archives and bringing in pieces from that time, love letters, family stories of Aristcratics with tubs, hats, dresses, seals and dramas too, very few are known and we know. Looks like in a moment with communism, one hand has turned off the lights. <

How can we not be inspired at that time? Have you ever wondered what you know that you're reading these lines now, about Ismail Kemal? His beautiful Greek wife? Family? Did Skenderbee have any love stories? Or is it only the Lezha covenant and the tomb known to be important? Not that the national hero has a minus if he doesn't have these legends, but love makes them all more human. Can you think about literature without erotics and a movie without a kiss? So our work, with films only partisans, women manes, compassionate mothers, brave men and eyes.

So the story of Sarah Bllash, Ismail Kemal's niece, bothered my memory that we have no memory. This place, despite the troubles of a small country, has also been beautiful. There were dances and flirting in silk dresses. Beautiful women, like Sarah, who wasn't the only one. Maybe agent, maybe Ahmet Zogu's girlfriend or Mithat Frasher. And what about Mythhat's sister, who was called Mimika, who Nevila Nika today told me right there in the UET Hall a Hollywood story? A Perri woman who couldn't stand Fier and set up a bramble in the '20s and returned to Istanbul with villas, an opera life, because she couldn't live without piano parties. Leaving three girls in Albania. Now, he's done well, he's done bad, it's not the purpose of this writing, it's just to provoke that he's been in love here, he's been betrayed and he's done crazy, even though we look sterile in the past. To light the light at that time, do you think this country has only fought for freedom, independence, killed Turks, Germans and Italians and now struggles to be in Europe? Good thing we did, but we only look ridiculous with a sword in our hand. Love and sin are evidence of civilization, and I would love it not only to be media, journalists and dissemination novelists of stories with love, pearls and letters. The film goes faster and always catches mass audiences. Close our eyes and imagine that in this place, where we are still ashamed of kissing and prided ourselves on Battuta, once lived the gentleman, the women with lipsticks and beers! Yeah, like in movies! But there's no one to do it. (Tiranapost.al)