Don't say that to your kid. First: You're a hp

When cases strike that shock us, like the last one in Drenas, we all try to offer something a thought that could prevent such monstrousness. When it comes to school, in a hurry to criticize the power/politicality of why there are still teachers in schools (or perhaps they are removed), why there are no psychologists in schools. But what if there are teachers and psychologists in school tomorrow? Would that improve the situation? Maybe. But first of all, we recall the public secret or the public secret, which in schools are policy-related directors, with political parties. In schools, you can't even get a job without a political connection. It would be very difficult to bring back to this passage all those occasions that testify. It's easy to access. One click.

But to get back to the subject, the shocking subject. The case of monstrous proportions in Drenas, where one victim of sexual rape seeks police assistance and finds another rapist, raises another question? Where is our family right now?

We grew up with the tuta, which, as I read in a protest banner in Drenas, in the family, we get together in such shape from childhood: eat your bread or call the police. Stay down, or call the police. So, the police, they've been staring at us from childhood, as an institution that gives you the uncle, if you do the opposite of the rules (if you don't eat your family's bread, for example).

In the meantime, when such cases occur in Drenas, we organise protests (very good), we resign (which is very good). But to whom are we asking for his resignation? Here, the resignation has not been granted, even when it has been proven that the woman was killed by her husband, even after she had reported the case to the police earlier. (However, this implies that we should not keep on seeking resignations).

Fuck.

Another lighthouse in all this horror is the appeal of MPs to protest today.

The Kosovo Assembly is the place where patriarchal deputies openly film. It's where the MP says: "By the time the boy is born, it's 5 seconds old." It's the place where the MPs tell each other talk like men. The woman does not speak, the woman does not think. So throughout this public record, man's power is constantly promoted. The man's power in the family and the nemesis of his wife's word.

Shit.

What's the wife for?

The most shocking response I have ever read: According to more than 600 comments on a news report by Periscop, entitled "Buer Beats His Wife Why Delayed Tea," my wife is to be eaten if she delays the tea. Commentators reason beating with their question: What's the wife for? They will answer: "This is how you roll your tea." What if you shut up? M'e beats.

Shit.

In order not to repeat the case at Drenas, so that there are no frequent instances like the one in Drenas, it is up to parents, families, whatever they can do, to work with their children.

Chicks offer courage to tell them that someone has sexually encouraged them without retaliating: Let, you too are a kind of bitch. You've done something at the whim.

Let's not take back the beating that her husband beats, okay? It's only good that your husband is alone.

Don't lose your confidence in your kid. Politicians, powers, neighbours, along with their words, go and come. Your chest stays with you. Don't tell her, you're a whore.