Regon Andy Hadziu: I, Veton Surroi, desensed Prime Minister of Slobodan Milosevic in Kosovo

For Pablo Nerod of the Cherarte and the half-knowing man acting intellectual:

These epithets for Veton Surroi, though cynical, are also compliments. He's a half-reader and unable to understand in all of what he reads. So, from being egocentric, there's no way I can read my dedication to him differently than how “Pablo Neruda, wise and intelligent! ”

But he's not like that. The false myth of his intellectuality lies at a time when pro-Yugoslav engineering clearly specified who was known and who was not. When many were unable to access books, parts of this engineering were served by Belgrade embassy libraries and were researched by Slavic literature. But that never stopped me. Political positions in certain historical contexts have never been an issue for me. They're everywhere. People, and in this case, Surroi, make mistakes.

But when these Belgrade court intellectuals were laughing at those who did not know Serbian well, they spread into public as the voice of the “reason of the nation” to compensate, although unconsciously, their patriotic deficit, then I, with my modest capacity, deconstructed them. I deconstruct them, not Baton. This shouldn't be my father's battle, because Surroi, despite his illusions, has long not been relevant to the space of Albanian politics. His public power has long been unproportional with his beating on his digital flusque, which he uses as his blog “intelical.” Normally, frustrated by impotence to many levels, Surroi channels his frustrations into characters inspired by his life, narrowing them through his poor intellect. Poor in intellect, rich from his Yugoslav legacy, he, as a rare one, is full of imagination when it comes to making himself the center of the Albanian political universe. But, Surroi as the centre of political developments in the Albanian political space, is not the category of autobiographic books. Surro's books, like his writings, are not even memorious. They're off. The real ones that retroactively produce the imagination of someone who dies for himself. Someone, who only ecstasy lives through the mirror. But all this cute, artistic-colored judgment for Surro is not political. It's characteristic. It's about the Cherarti thinker that the sea that doesn't see the edge is inspired to fill with its illusions about who he should be in the history books. But for Surro, the books were written. Even history remembers it. Some of you remember it as intellectual.

But dance, outside of my beautiful imagination, have you ever thought about how Milosevic looked, the Balkan butcher, our lionic Surroi, was the sign of cultural superiority expressed through the white square in his head? No, you didn't. Few people, if you didn't say almost anyone, would be worthy of Kosovo's prime minister in the eyes of the Balkan butcher. But that is what Surroi was like. In his book, “Conversions with Milosevic,” former British Ambassador to Yugoslavia, Ireland, and Italy, and former president of Trinity College at Oxford University, Sir Ivor Anthony Roberts (2016: 118), writes: “In progress, I returned to the base of the Contact Group requirements, which required the withdrawal of security forces from Kosovo. This goes to a discussion: during the period when the situation calmed down, which he would try to pull back. I told him he should take the first step. Without the withdrawal of forces, Rugova and his negotiators would not have the necessary political support to engage in dialogue. They [Rugova and his negotiators] had taken on physical and substantial political risks at the meeting with Milosevic. Milosevic [recognising the meeting] made “zhura” available for the meeting and mentioned Veton Surroi (the editor of the leading newspaper in Kosovo) in particular as KUYMIANSTER instead of Bujar Bukoshi. ” So when I told Pablo Neruda and “the half-knower man who acts intellectual,” I did it a favor. He belongs to a permanent seal on the back that he, with his daily frustrations and behavior like intellectual dannabe, can one day translate into a book that deepens his political-intellectual career: “I, Veton Surroi, the deigned prime minister of Slobodan Milosevic in Kosovo” And for the English version, I could use this title: “I, Veton Surroi, Slobodan Miloevics desygnated Prime Minister in Kosovo. ”