I son of an educator, opponent of strike

If not first, the second gets me all “ ”. On that night, neither first nor second, nor third, nor taking away. Probably the first time it was happening. I had written a status against the strike in education, and my father, an educator, was not enjoying it. Pretty likely.

Even when I went home, I thought he looked at me a little pale. What did you write, son? - He said. Your mother's got hiccups. I had no fun getting into the controversy. I usually hate to comment on Live posts. We quit. In a couple of hours, I erased my status. I'd rather say comfortable. What gives me the job. So no one makes a difference.

I was patient all week even though my head was writing something, but I refrained. I didn't lie, I tried to convince myself that educators are right, even calming the soul. As soon as I tried to tie them up, they would put on thoughts that would bother me.

All right, they're asking for higher wages, maybe they even deserve it, but do these people know where we're living? Do they see their students without jobs? Do you feel sorry for them? 100 people compete for a job. Tired, desperate people with an arm of paperwork but no work. They're not UFOs, they're not strangers, they're family members, they're our friends, they're crying our troubles every day. And before we ask the State for something, let someone ask for them.

It hasn't been a long time since last year's holidays. Some of us took our salaries to 27th and rushed to the markets. Excited after drinking and after meat, few saw the faint faces of supermarket workers. 15 or 16 hours on foot during the day for half the teacher's salary. Modern slavery. Total humiliation. People left entirely in the mercy of fate and their unspoiled bosses. They dare not protest, nor strike. Just breathe and eat bread. These are our brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters. Let's not forget most of the diplomas. So before you raise wages for employees in the public sector, let someone do something for them.

And I still have to be told that this category is much better than our day-workers on the docks. Summer facing the winter sun at temperature minus. No contracts, no job security, no protection. The tragic end, some of them we already know. And the state has done very little for them. This country, which is being required millions of euros for public sector salaries, is also theirs.

I don't want to go any longer, with examples like this. It's full of tears. Don't mention those who are leaving Kosovo, even the world's finest waiters with diplomas. Ets, etc. I'm not talking about the quality in education or the huge inequality in the public sector.

But I'm going to tell you, Dad, and all your teachers' colleagues, that the problem in this country is without jobs and employees in the private sector. If anyone should protest me and express disappointment in this country, they are the first. All of you and the rest of us.

I know you deserve it even more, I know that a good educator has no money, no gold, no monetary value to pay. But this is our Kosovo. We live in such circumstances. Don't be so hard to see.

So you, us and all the reasonable people have to go on strike, we have to protest, but not for ourselves, but for those categories. Because they too are Kosovo. Because they too deserve a better and more dignified life.

For these reasons I did not support your strike and no other strike in the public sector. Maybe it's normal to be a little selfish, but this egoism doesn't get us into primitive.