The day - to - day girl who wept at the Parliament has a prayer for Rama

Gerta Locku, the hostess who wept over the Parliament recently, has a call for the country's prime minister, Edi Rama.

Gerta has on Facebook delivered a girl's letter from Tropoja, praying to Rama of “mos touches Valbonne”.

Have you ever heard of a small, alpine place called Tropoj?

A place that hides beneath the greatest beauty, an oaz of beauty called Valbona?

You've probably heard these two names, but especially this one.

It is impossible not to have pierced the gentle and courageous sound ears of its river” - writes Edona Haklaj, also distributed by Gerta.

Complete Scripture

NO MAPRES WALBONIA

Letter to Albanian Prime Minister, Edi Rama

I'm addressing you with an open letter, Prime Minister of the country!
I'm calling from trouble, and why I'd really like to have turned to you.

I'm talking to you, hoping to get an answer from you, even though I know that the answer will never come, maybe...
But as Kipling says, I'm going to be in wait, from waiting without getting tired...

I'm addressing you probably the way I would never accept it. I'm addressing you in prayer.
Today, a student, a daughter of Tropoja, a daughter of Albania is begging, begging you...

Today I'm going against all my principles, all those boundaries I've put on myself over these years, today I'm tearing down all those cults I've grown up with, and I'm begging someone, praying to someone, in this case you.

Today I am addressing you, I am the one writing, but on my lines are the words and hearts of thousands of citizens, thousands of residents, thousands of Albanians, thousands of foreigners.

The words are mine, it's all of them.

Sir! Can I ask you something?

Have you ever heard of a small mountain place called Tropoja? A place that hides beneath the greatest beauty, an oaz of beauty called Valbona?

You've probably heard these two names, but especially this one. It is impossible not to have pierced the so sweet and courageous roar of its river.

You remember now? You know who I'm talking about?

That's right, that's right! For that place lies in the mountains, through the mountains, where the earth kisses the sky and throws fruit into the river.

That's why I'm writing to you.

What about you or me and Valbona?

You connect everything to me, sir. You link me with the word life, that Valbona for me is life, or my life is like Valbon: it's hard times, once and again, as proud as you are, to take good for you, to throw you to the rocks.

And you, sir, I suppose I don't have anything to do with you.
You know why? Because I believe you have at least one memory in that country, and you have at least one picture, or a slight image of memory where the breeze has touched your cheeks and the sweet melody of water has calmed your mind for a moment and sent you to another country.

I guess you weren't at least once in the alpine Valbon, or at least once a conversation between friends where her name was mentioned, or at official meetings and international conferences when you told others about the beauty of our country, I guess you mentioned Valbonne.

Her name comes to you on your own, you wish. Then when you've been meeting and discussing the budget, for funding, for statistics, I believe you've heard of Valbonne's name here, when you've been told that the number of tourists has increased in Albania and that one of the most visited countries has been Valbona.

Do you remember him or not?

But...

Sir! Something happened yesterday that wasn't supposed to happen, or maybe it was conditioned to happen so I could write you.
They made a decision yesterday, sir, did you hear?

I wish I hadn't heard it.

Yesterday they decided to completely shut down Valbonne and her river. I don't mean for long, so I'm putting it on my fingernails, because I don't want to, and I won't believe I won't hear that song anymore.

Yesterday, the long-standing war costing all the Trojans, all Albanians, all those who love Albania, all we lost, and you, sir! And you're one of the losers in this battle, since the only winner in this middle is the name HEC! And do you agree to leave the victory to someone else?

You, you got the wheel, right? So do something about the wheel leaving you!

Do something, please don't you or us losers!
I beg you, I beg you, as I have not begged anyone before!

Please put your hand on your heart, please, with tears in your eyes!

I'm begging you because only you can do something!

Please, sir! Don't let them destroy Valbonne!
Don't let them touch Valbonne! Please!

I'll be waiting for an answer from you, an answer I wish to come before it's too late...

Edona Haklaj /aleu. com/