We are approaching the Republic of Elders.

PLEQUE REPUBLIC

Imagine that after 50 years, the waiter who serves you to be 70 years old, with a hearing aid in your ear, a cause for which he may have confused the message several times and instead of an ice cream salad. Or if the taxi driver is an old man bent over the wheel, whose eyes do not provide any guarantees that will find their way without falling into a wall and at some point stop and ask you to give him the cab because he has no power.

What if the policeman, who is supposed to be a strong and generally healthy man who has to protect us physically from the perpetrators, is an old man who slowly catches up in the neighborhood and takes half an hour to go from the corner to the corner of Skenderbej Square, a distance that a modern-day policeman, naturally young, can run without rushing for 3 minutes.

Imagine that Albania is the first country in the world that cannot find soldiers under 60 because the country's average age at the time we're talking about, so after five decades it may be 78 years old. Someone can say what we're going to need soldiers, 50 years from now because then the world will have reached Pax Mundi, so the permanent peace between nations and countries, but seeing what's going on in Ukraine, I wouldn't bet that this century we'll be a planet without war.

A country like Albania, which has been occupied many times and never used by its own army, could suffer more from lack of nurses than by the lack of soldiers. So speaking of nurses as a contingent of servants without whom old age risks becoming unbearable torture, we are approaching what I call the Republic of Elders.

The Elders ' Republic is a country where all are elderly because young people have emigrated massively and where birth rates have fallen from 30,000 babies a year, born today, in less than 3 thousand after two decades, less than a thousand after three decades, and in several hundred decades after five decades. Imagine, then, that there may be many days when no one is born throughout the country. If that happens, it is no wonder that the general news of the day is no longer who died but who was born today. Chronicles explaining that in a few months no baby has been born will be the main suppliers of portals, and the moment of birth, daily life, food, stuttering and the first steps of the girl born a year ago will replace today's reality show.

The children will be The Stars, or the Stars of the Elders Republic. The elders themselves will be their servants. There will be no further debate in parliament except for the pension issue. Who's going to pay all the pensioners in the Old Republic?
Since Albania may have ended up in a country of 300 thousand people of whom 250 thousand over 70 years old, those working will be very few to cope with the pensions of parents and grandparents as it is today.

The Elders' Republic will only borrow to pay pensions because investments for schools, shelters, roads and hospitals won't make any sense. Since I've invited you to an imaginary order I'm going to empty my fantasy drawer by inviting you to visualize a couple of Albanians in 2092, who were born in 2022, and in the year we speak, they're gonna be 70. So after consuming all of their teenage failures and prolonged youth, the two have decided to marry 70 years of age in a society where most people are over 60 and 70 are considered relatively young, to say how many 40 years of our day. This seventy - year - old married couple, taking advantage of the good genes or even the progress of baby - planting technology, are finally able to become parents. But their joy can unfortunately last very little because by suffering age trials, some contagious pandemic or some sillultan cancer, they die one after another.
Who would raise their baby in this case?

Nobody.

The whole state will be old, including social workers and all those paid to serve babies can be old when they can't even serve themselves. Laying down in nursing beds, they lie in expectation of a glass of water, of a serum, or of a plate of soup that no one brings them because they are all helpless old men whose biological battery is extending.
In these conditions the newborn and orphan baby would be barking waiting for someone to learn to grow up.

With no babies, Albania would be the first country in the world, no nursery, no gardens and no schools. And of course no matter what. Looks apocalypse but true. Imagine a place without maternity power. He looks like a bottle without milk.

What a sadness.

Such a place the world has not yet known. A country without parents and children.
Along with babies and all that has been invented to feed, grow, enjoy and learn, teachers, assistants, notebooks, schoolbooks, basketball balls and maybe schools themselves, along with sports field classes and banks that would, in the best case, be turned into museums of students who are no longer in the village of Dardee, where banks have returned to the museum for 10 years because there has been no one born and for more than 30 years there are no students going to school.

This village without babies, no children and no students I've been living for many years but who tells me that many of our cities won't be like this after decades?

And if a country lacks babies and children who become young, it will soon miss farmers, agrinoms, engineers, architects, plumbers, carpenters, carpenters, cleaners, and in the same way be shovels, pumps, saws, brooms, brooms, no talking here about sportsmen, business girls, and along with them the balls, goals, nets, stadiums, stadiums, hairmakers, fashion shops, dance shops, shopping malls, motorcycles, motorcycles, jets, jets, cocktails, cocktails, cocktails, cocktails, cocktails, and other industrial chains that don't consume.

If all of this were to happen with the crazy order that I described above and the Republic of Elders, they would lack entertainment and nightclubs, sports and entertainment, no doubt even colleges and universities, so if there were only old people but not young, then this would be the first place in the world where there would be love but there would be no sex.

The Republic of Elders would be a sexy coincidence, a place without sex.

Of course Republic of Elders, it would be a place populated with drugs, ambulances and hospitals. Of course, doctors, nurses and pharmacists would be the same old man.

If you want to help you imagine yourself 50 years from now, in a hospital room, where you're treated for a heart attack, you should feel good that unlike today's hospitals that are super populated and that the room you have to share with three or five other unfortunates, there will be rooms free as much as you like.

It would not be surprising, if the nurse, the person who is paid to care for you, to be a man or a woman of your age, who himself needed a regime, for a rest, for medicine, or for measuring tension, and perhaps out of all this discomfort, from sickness and work weight, would lie in the bed next door and sleep beside you.
The next morning, he could have shot to wake him up and ask him, do you know what meds I should drink today, not knowing he won't ask you the same question.

Yet, the Republic of Elders is not as terrible and unsurpassed as it seems.

The Republic of Elders is a haven for nature.

Cars, constructions, the dust that comes out of the diggers, the many plastic spills in rivers and seas, the smog of factories, the burning tires of cars, or the terrible bags that are buried without digesting, all of which will be reduced.

The Elders' Republic will be a clean place with very few waste and very few garbage cans. Elders consume less, create no acoustic pollution, and thus commit fewer crimes against nature.

In this case, Albania would be a greener place where most of the construction we have today will be filled with shrubs and vines will climb palaces turning them into concrete trees. When autumn arrives and the leaves of this wild plant fall to the ground, the Plebe Republic will become a yellow carpet.

What a beauty for the eyes of the living painters and photographers.
Is there anything that makes the elders happier than a carpet of brocade of golden leaves, extending from house to hospital, and then to the cemetery, the carpet on which even if you fall, the bones do not break and the ribs are not crushed?
And it's not just a season. This is not a autumn carpet but a permanent carpet.

The millions of leaves that will cover the Pleshaw Republic every fall, no one will clean them up because there will be no power, or because the cleaning position will be gone and this hummus fed by nature, will gradually cover the asphalt, cobblestones, roads, alleys and squares until after a while it becomes a permanent mud.

Then surely any remaining poet will appear on his balcony and recite the famous verses that have brought this country so much despair and isolation into Albania, a patriotic obligation.
Where is sweeter mud than honey, Albania.
After we finish reciting these verses that failed to save Albania from mass abandonment but in fact convinced all the elders that living in the land of the homeland is not impossible, the poet will climb down the stairs and pass through the mud trying to reach the nearest pharmacy.

If he's lucky to get back from this walk, he'll probably see a lot of residents of the Republic of Elders who, like the dinosaurs once, are stuck in the mud to get back in the humus themselves. Republic of Elders will be a mass grave without a grave.

What a place!

But since I don't want to drag you into this imaginary order, which is the fruit of the mind of a man who's always using fantasy for the worse, and the journey in the future has a daily exercise, turn on the TV and see how we're moving quickly to the Republic of Elders.
Have a great trip.