Kosovo's two big stories: Ibrahim Rugova and KLA

The Albanian nation's drama, with its turmoil and grave consequences, begins in the XV century, more precisely, after the death of Gjergj Kastriot, in the dark winter of 1468, and, as such, with tragic proportions, violence, terror, captivity, continued until June 1999, when, in Kosovo, the army of NATO freedom was miraculously hosted, which opened paths for all Albanians in the region, and a new chapter of positive, full, event of free living as never before.

But they're full of centuries in which we've lived deprived of the most basic goods of the continent, we've been living badly, despite a wall beyond which the world grew rapidly and beautifully, built wonderful monuments of knowledge, art, and culture, written books and became great art.

So it was our tragic fate that, in the brightest time of the continent, we would not feed on its goods, be a part of its events, and benefit from its cultural benefits. Because, we lived against Europe, or rather, trying to survive, and this attempt to survive, has created great emptiness in our history, as well as in the personality of the Albanian nation. It was bad luck for us, which by the last century, Albanians had no way of thinking about standards and subliment values. For they were on the edge of the deep, and divided, and with walls between, and in such a state salvation is the chief saying.

In our national history, there's a lot of emptiness, it seems, is as if you're listening to the bells of tragedy, the roof, the losses, the oils, the contractions.

In this direction, one of the most positive and major European events for Albanians was the show on the political scene of Ibrahim Rugova, the politician writer, without which Kosovo Liberation Army war could not have happened, in the format what it was, that Albanians, as a nation, put on the map of Europe, thus opening a new chapter for the region, but also for the continent itself. And in the spring of 1999, as a nation, we experienced the essential historical transition. The West, led by America, bombed Serbia and Albanians made participants and protagonists in events that would later take place in the region.

Therefore, the 90th story, created and represented so beautifully by Rugova and the KLA, should be preserved, not as electoral stories or patriotic slave work, to bring down someone or to exalt someone else, but as a major twist in Albanian history. Because, these two accounts, were the fulfillment of a long-standing Albanian walk of the nation to integrate and anchor as a free nation among the nations of Europe.

It is clearly known that up until the last decade of the 20th century -- that is, in the early 90th century -- Albanians, occupants everywhere -- lived against Europe, with a great deal of suffering, like that prodigal boy -- to return to her bosom. And that happened, at the beginning of the last decade of the last century, when Europe returned to life for what, the main merits, keeps two great people: Ibrahim Rugova and Ismail Kadare.
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You can't understand what free city means, because you grow into captivity”, Ismail Kadare wrote in the famous novel “Kronic on stone.” I had read this novel at a young age and in conditions of captivity. I had felt the anguish of war, and in the face of the charm that Romane, a rich language, an adventure of speech, was deeply impressed with me. Because I belonged to a generation who did not understand what free country means because I was raised in captivity.

So it was the fate of me and my generation, to grow up in captivity, in a grim time, when, the name of fear was everywhere, in the air, in the streets filled with fierce Serbian policemen, who humiliated innocent people and spread violence, in the inability to get properly educated, that our school objects had kidnapped Serbia. It was a decade of isolation, when lives were still well-stopped, and a whole generation of people lived cut off from the goods of civilization, without freedom.

It was a terrible decade in which, at every dawn of the new day, you felt how he extended his fear - expanding boundaries, which, like wild chains, held someone on your hands.

On the other hand, there was poverty, whose face is ugly, scary, barbarian. We saw everywhere the evil which had drawn its face. As generations, we had nothing in our hand but words, faith, and hope. With parents unemployed, with a state of nearly social paralysis, we expected, as from a superior force, to appear a merciful hand and lead us out of captivity to freedom.

In those hell circles, every day I dreamed of a Virgil coming out from a long night and telling us: “step aside, here's the way to the land of freedom, heaven. ”

And that hand was expected to come from the west, as it did later.
I, then, was one of those who believed in the leader Ibrahim Rugova, whose faith has never wavered, even today. For the fact that he was real and the subliminal reflection of a Europe that had been absent centuries of our lives.

His carefully spoken words at times resembled the bell of hope, sometimes on angle stones, thought out and carved, that would be placed in the new political establishment that we aspired to build.

Then, when the Kosovo Liberation Army appeared on the scene in 1997, I was a student of literature and was in love with the rich world of literature. In fact, fleeing to the world of literature was the same salvation and escape from the poor reality in which we led poor lives. I believed in what our political leader Ibrahim Rugova had said, that they had guns, we had words.

Yes, our words were our strength and our faith.

And as a man devoted to literature, with minimal opportunities, with fears that we breathe like air, I didn't share this world, not even when the speculation was heard that the war was coming, not even when the war really came, and never became a supporter of what the KLA's legacy represented in Kosovo's free political life. But the story about the KLA has fascinated me, especially the courage to strike down the evil, then those stories that I heard from brave people who had been in the structure, when they talked about their poor chances of fighting and the heavenly ideals for freedom.
This is great!

to me and my descendants, The NLA appeared at exactly a time when we lived in the same hell, and then, when the war started, I was convinced that we were in the last act of tragedy, after which, who would survive, would enjoy the fruits of freedom.
Unfortunately, many people did not survive, many were killed, many disappeared, and the disasters were great. But we soon tasted the fascinating fruits of freedom. As a result, Albanians, now nearly three decades, everywhere live better than ever in their hundreds of years of history.

And that's because of the Western presence in their lives.
And in the chain of these events, the political account that Rugova created, which he admired west, and the KLA, have real meaning, so these two accounts, we must keep them in their natural spirit, not complacency, for spite and tribal interests, left and right, these two stories should be kept and conveyed to the new generations as common nourishing values, and evidence of the strength that people of our country had, to resist and to capture the captivity of evil. And by remembering these two stories, we learn who we were yesterday, but most importantly, we can understand exactly what a sublimate value representing the West was for us, without which, we live badly and embrace is inevitable.