Servili with the stranger, capadai with Kosovar

Maybe they haven't noticed. Perhaps it has become so common that it no longer impresses. Maybe we turned. It's been weeks since the media get excited by stories from some stranger who blogged about how much good they did in Albania, how little paid, how many virgins we had, etc.

Such confessions are found everywhere, even when people go to Congo, Bangladesh, or Kyrgyzstan. I'd rather enjoy writing down what Albanians offer than nature, but for now it's enough that they sometimes write well. We will not stand at those who write, for one, two, or three days that have passed in our country to take a look; I would like at least one of these scriptures to begin: “was the second time I returned to Albania...”

Whatever. It doesn't kill my attitude, and our behavior almost humble, servile doesn't even matter, to these bloggers, or to the travelers. No, not at all. Kill my second face. I can't use the word face. That is our behaviour to Kosovo Albanians. Someone wrote: For Kosovars. Another has ison elsewhere: “These are like herds”. Someone in another place: the “The untucked soldiers...”, and so on. They were in the same countries, where just above, they were sweetly commented, love and peclete to an American for writing that very cheap sea products were eaten in Albania. Such a sharp contrast in his uncleanness.

I remember Kosovars after the war, after the country was freed. They came in long lines at the “n under the Albanian” to rest. No complaints. Do you know what was the most used word in Durres during the 2000-2005? “type” Yeah, yeah. And it used to be used for Kosovars when they put families-family, out of six or seven people in a few rooms where there was energy, timed water, almost no furniture. Remember the energy situation in those years? Well, Kosovo Albanians did not complain. I can't understand what those people who accepted those conditions were like but stay and rest in Albania!

What goods did the adversity drive them? What love? They continued Stoicism year after year, coming to our country, pouring out their money without any service, and returning where they came from, taking along our ridicule. Even without forgetting to say: “Nina Shroni!” We never thanked them. Their mass arrival, summer after summer, holidays in Albania, when our country had just emerged from financial collapse, their minimum demands, kept family minibusinesss on Albanian coasts alive. An oxygen thread for Albania itself. Patriotic tourism was called. I'd call it heroic...

We got ourselves today. We wait for the next American to visit the entire Mediterranean; one day even in a country called Albania, to put it as an interesting writing on her blog, just like the first time she saw lions in Africa. And we're executed without measure. And on the other hand, we push forward that Kosovo family, which has been coming to our coast for 15 years, spending over and over, unless it's on the soil of the “na, the Albanian”. But, of course, one day they will also be bored of us as they daily read our dirges and indecisive words, see our media do not expect momentum from such indictees, who equalize two skin bananas thrown into the sand, with 200 euros a day spent by that Kosovar.

And don't think it's easier on the ground. It's even heavier... The very least to understand: Americans, Europeans, Asians come and go, Kosovars are ours and are leaving them, tourism and the coast are not keeping Tirana's directors and Laci's hawks alone. Let's not be hypocrites. We cannot compare ourselves to either Greece or Croatia or Montenegro. If that were the case, all billionaires would come to us, but only adventurers with backpacks come. So don't insult Kosovars. Don't tell the hatchlings. Gratitude is free.