Ruined hotel owner: we were ashamed, Kosovars tell us brothers, we called them Kosovars

The owner of a hotel that was destroyed as a result of the earthquake in Albania has written an exciting letter dedicated to the aid of Kosovars to Albania following the tragic earthquake. Among other things, he writes that he feels ashamed when in Albania they called Kosovars simply Kosovars, while he says Kosovars call them [...]
The owner of a hotel that was destroyed as a result of the earthquake in Albania has written an exciting letter dedicated to the aid of Kosovars to Albania following the tragic earthquake.
Among other things, he writes that he feels ashamed when in Albania they called Kosovars simply Kosovars, while he says Kosovars call them brothers and sisters.
Paper:
The word I've had the most horror of articulating has been the Kosovo <x0... I've been asked not a few times what most of the vacationers are attending to us, I've always responded to the foreign and Albanian “s of cosves” and even the record of their passport in the hotel system I've done “Albanian” never “kosovar”! The war age at home we've kept a whole family of trouble, shared our joys with them and they're mad at us, we've shared bread together in a table! Listening often “aman don't tell me Kosovars that they're incredible, you'll keep them on bread, but they'll leave, and your names won't remember us again.
Today they came in silence, without the video, without the news, they wanted to share our pain with us today... but today we are speechless and ashamed: they and the vacations we spend on us not to give that to anyone else, what do we do? They even in their stadium raise the red and black flag, what do we do? They tell us that the sister's <x0... Our long-heartedness died after the years of '98-99, people became like animals and they went out to tear themselves apart for a wall, for a yard, for two olive roots... I draw my teeth against my brother, my mother, my wife, my friend, my neighbor... and we transformed into an enemy of our blood, some chose to leave Albania, not to fall into this category of people who I regret: but it's natural that way!
We destroy our country, our land, our property, and our name in the world, and most of the time we became Maria from Mary and denied our origin for a job, for a handful of money... that's the worst thing anyone ever did to himself and his nation is to deny the gene is to deny the mother who was born!! That's how people got us- we lick the hand of the one who treats us like animals who drinks our blood at work and bites the hand of the one who holds the bread and offers us shelters! We're accepting on our backs all kinds of deceptions, injustices, evils, comes, etc., we're accepting them and we're not even stepping up to see the sunlight! We're losing our hearts in the country, seeing our children barely grow up, flee the world in search of a better life... and silence, accept any pain and curse! We've become like that dark, smelly water, and God upstairs is getting so angry with us and our minds!
I'm sorry, people, but I personally think these are God's signals of reflection, self-defence, self-action. Look inside you with more love and faith, for love is born from within and reflected in others! Don't love cars, tanks, bones and jewelry-- love man!! Don't make God angry more than the worst days we can experience if we keep going like this! Why should we need such a tragedy to show the goodness within us? Why do we have to experience days of terror like this to show that we don't know how to love anybody in the world does?
Why should we look at death with eyes so that we can understand the true value of life? Those who steal from us every day, those who don't have good in their souls, those who don't know, don't know, don't cry today, but out of their own pockets a cent eʹe gave!!!! Albanian wherever you are around the world, only one thing you know to do: love each other more and love each other every day, after God would still love us more! With tears in our souls, with stones in our hearts, we tell you we open the hotel doors to offer shelters for families in need! God help us!
The author is the owner of a hotel in Albania (Take from “












