The sad story of Albion and endless immigration

Tonight I feel the same way on July 8, 1998, when my brother Albion left for Italy. The same situation, the same emotions, the same sadness in our mother's eyes, that then stands near the window even tonight, with tears full of eyes and without the strength to say something, writes Marcela Koci.

Albion then left Vlora with a gomone when he was only 16, without fear. He set out to change his life, start again. What kind of life could change that had just begun?

In those years all dreamed of leaving Albania, a country that had experienced a very difficult situation after a year of internal civil war that had planted the death of many young people and many friends and relatives, our brothers.

According to statistics, over 3,800 people lost their lives during 1997, 360 of whom were policemen, and 5,000 others were injured. The most problematic cities -- Vlora, Berat, Levan of Fier -- experienced a terrible situation: order forces no longer existed, and army barracks were emptied by people seeking to get a gun to protect themselves.

In Berat you were also dying for a bad word or why you were in the wrong place and moment, where rival gangs were slaughtered with each other.

Albion, an immigrant of the fourth wave of Albanian immigration to Italy, as called the immigration of that period of sociologist Rando Devole in the book “llVemigrosis in Italy”, took its way after sinking into the Canal of Otratos of Rada's Four, after signing an agreement by Berisha and Berlusconi on preventing illegal immigration. Because nothing can stop a person who decides to emigrate for a better future.

Upon arriving in Italy, Albion entered a community for unaccompanied minors. It was very difficult for him. so that he could call when he heard his mother's voice.

In the community, Albion learned Italian and attended three years of elementary school. He began to take on a trade - that of the carpenter who continues to do today.

He took a professional evening course while the day was in the factory of Guido Busnell, a master not only of wood but also of life. It has helped countless young people to grow up, to become men, not mere carpenters.

Thanks to him, Albion learned that the red color of the Albanian flag not only symbolized the blood of Albanian partisans but also that of Italian partisans because Italy was only the fascist who had conquered us during World War II.

Thanks to Guido, he learned the dialect of Brianca and the proverb that kept a record in his notebook. He taught Mamel's anthem, the poems sung by Fabrizio De Andree, the Guccini texts, the songs of Lucian Dallas. As a result, he learned to grasp the irony of Giorgio Gabber, to read the letters of Don Lorenzo Milan, the poetry of Pasolini, to enjoy the movies of Totão, Fellini, Rosselin.

He began to read Nitzche, Freud, make the philosophy of Antonio Gramsci, sing and be thrilled with Bella Ciao, and participate in any manifestation of April 25th, liberation day.

Albion learned to love Italy as his country, yet it took 18 years to become legally recognized as its citizen. And those hundreds of thousands of young people who, like him, have spent the best years of life in Italy, adolescence, don't they deserve Ius Sol?

When he went to swear that he would remain faithful to the Italian Constitution, Albion did not wear new jackets and clothes, it wasn't about “celebrating”, it was a civil obligation and a right to him. So he went to the municipality directly from work with the same clothes he wears every day.

His life did not change very much: he was always paid as an immigrant, and whenever someone had committed a crime, they did not hesitate to raise his finger against him,”albanese”. Albion became angry, always trying to change things, but eventually he again found himself forced to emigrate.

Today he left for the second time. She will suffer twice as much because there are two places in her heart to miss. It will be missing Albania that gave birth to it, and Italy that raised and formed it. /Albanian