K's

Arben Idrizi

We know that often many time periods in different countries and political systems are Kafkani, in the sense that for us it is good already. The recent events in our country, the prime minister's refusal to office, Kurt, respectively, to submit, following the Court's order, to the prosecutor's will, and perhaps even merit a definition that seems to have escaped history. Our reality, our case, requires that our eyes be stopped by the prettotal situation. Where we have a K, but it's not the K on stage, it's another K.

This time, to us, it's not K, the one they kill like a dog, in a hole in a quay. It is the very K who is now above the law, who mocks the law, rejects the law, denies the law, before the other side, and besides the door. It's the one who treats the law like a dog in a deserted, small, lost, quarries, helpless, hanging day and night, side and back by side.

The first K, victim, is unfortunate; The second K, the Prime Minister, is a wrongdoer.

The chief K and K victim are two extremes that don't fit.

The prime minister is a fraud, a bearer, a sign, and an incarnation of totalitarianism, banditism, arrogance, nonchalantness, humiliation, kindness. Aggressor. Self-skinned by what he does to the victim, the law, and twice by sprinkling that makes him the support and worshipers. It's a fascist orgasm.

The prime minister is the religious fanatic K who burns the Library with the claim that his personal book is the book that contains all the other books, so there must be no more.

The simple truth, then, is that the prime minister's K is acting in harmony with his spirituality and mental state, his identity state: against the law that is not his law (which should be directed exclusively against others, from which it would also be intact, uninflicted, touching.)

This is a common description of any subject inclined to ideally, merely ruling, tyrannical ambition.

The prime minister's K is seeking to enforce his law against K's victim, that of acquaintances, that may be any one of us, who has been, is and will be everyone among us.

His uniform fetish has been testifying since his first day in his so coveted period of regime. The uniform is the regime's first fundamental link. Police and the army, which he's been thinking about all the time, about which he's oriented all the possible capitals in a way, are already in his service. If this is a sustainable truth and then frightening, we can freely conclude that the prime minister has succeeded in completing his first phase of the totalitarian ideal during his first term.

During this second possible mandate, we will see if the K prime minister manages to subdue and reverse the basic powers of democracy -- the prosecutor, the judiciary and the media. His mad war against them, his daily bread, which, the only ones, has not been spared at all by Providence, will go by getting worse and more tough at every step, at every corner, every second that he feels like he's doing it.

Since I don't suffer, yes, it would be good to say: I don't have the gift of optimism or pessimism, I'm naturally excluded from all those wonders of predictions. So I have only to wonder and ask: will K) be able to get us back to K, or will it just be suspended in his tyrannical struggle, (in the most fortunate case, for the victim, Donocotoske), incredibly scary and dangerous?

Perhaps at some point, I could turn my attention to rational optimism (if this type of oxymoton did not hit my face) if all the answers are possible, then there can also be hope, even a thread of hope.