“Today my only fault is why I'm alive”, Thaci describes days inside prison

In the long answer to that question, Thaci reveals details of how his days were in custody since 2020.

While saying he is wrongly in isolation, former Kosovo president stresses that the war he has fought The KLA has only been for the freedom of the people of Kosovo, and none of the charges against it have been based on concrete evidence.

Part of the interview

How's your day in isolation?

It is now shut in my mouth to speak, and my hands are bound up to write what my heart loves, and understanding is full of understanding. At this point, Blendy will try to do his best for the circumstances we were in. Serbia was taken and taken long time with me. He sentenced me to many years in absence. Constantly (1993-97) raided the house, mistreated and arrested the father, mother, sister, and brothers in retaliation for executing Lumí's brother, Hakiun, in the massacre in the village of Vushtrria Studies in May 1999. In June 1999, the war ended. It belonged to the world of surviving Albanians. Today my only “fey” is why I'm alive. I don't belong to the category of people who say that prison is for men, this habit seems annoying. I'm not even an ass. I've made my life. I'm not hiding from her. I've followed the marathon. My path was neither fate nor chance, it's swarming from the depths of my world, it's vulnerable and transparent. I had put my whole being in the function of the idea of freedom. Loneliness naturally gives me emptiness and offers vanity. I try to give my soul to the environment in my cell. 24 hours of the day and 365 days of the year are the same. Lost the calendar meaning of life. Days like they go by without dates. I reflected on Kosovo, Albania and Albanians, about bringing the world to the beginning and end of the century. Twenty reported to us. We don't rarely forget how pland and mutated we've been (not rarely treated as Ottoman remnant), while today how high we are in the establishment and consolidation process as a nation with Western thought and status. Freedom and prison never ascend. It's not just the physical wall, it's the emotion, the thinking, the way you see it, it feels and lives the world. Isolation is a desert lacking horizons and elevators. It can also blind you physically and physically. Not to the level of the dioptrine, but to the confusion or the way you see things. Time and distance make each human no matter how resistant he is. But thank God, and I'm still fine myself. For nearly six years, I have not had the flu, fever, temperature, or slightest cold. I feel blessed to walk through valleys and slopes, overcoming heights and downlands of our mountains. In the best stages of my life, I have experienced them physically and emotionally, sunbathing, wind and snowy frost, rain showers on trails, and rolling alleys. I have made these steps a sacrifice for freedom and later a passion for nature. I know them almost hand in hand. Still holding my air, my breath and my country's energy. This has made me feel even more deeply and rightly it. The native still sees clearly, along the horizon. To me it is health, love, faith and pride. But healthy life needs content, and now I miss it. I'm being attacked by thousands of thousands of handfuls of thoughts, running around, and they don't know where to come from, how to control and what direction to steer. I try to match ideas and the real world. I have cultivated the individual experience of psychic freedom even under circumstances of physical tribulation. I respond with emotion and alternative minds. I try to give them good substance, shape and deer. Ruai compassed the compass by managing as much time and situation as possible. I think it's a lot more sobering, but in times of time it can even blur me out or change my point of view. With self-discipline I avoid the extraction of bitterness, the shaking of character even the deterioration. I don't treat loneliness like hell, terrible anxiety, or my end. I'm faced with no easy difficulties, but I focus more on the minimum possibilities that exist in this inculcative reality. I visualize the memory experienced by good things, in parallel develop Imaginate for the best future. The variety of life experience has revealed to me, listening to and believing with respect, but also lying and enduring silently. Hope in isolation is God, wife and child, mother and father, sister and brother, neighbor and friend. It's life itself. I don't run away from myself, nor do I move or change into the world that others tried to throw me away. Hospitally, even family meetings and conversations do not have normal emotional or experiences. Here the smile does not spring from the bottom of the soul, heart and joy. The food you eat coffee or the tea you drink does not taste original. Everything seems temporary. artificial... superficial, but there are years, deeply cut off from free life. I do comfortable things, but it doesn't make me vulnerable to a sense of mental and physical regeneration. With real human feeling, I experienced my father's funeral, tears, and outcry until I was alone. Every handful of soil that was thrown into the tomb and you weighed in a ton on my head in a cell. Serious conduct or silence in this environment are interpreted as frustration. On the other hand, there is no presumptuousness or foolishness. In reality, almost anything is dangerous and deceptive. Atmospheric changes also go unnoticed. The walk and air in the sports range where we behave every day, and we re-shy, like getting the sac off my head... when every port of my body breathes air, live, breath. But, even at a distance, more than any personal difficulty burns me and hits the huge sacie filled with... American and European sanctions on Kosovo. With my eyes open in the morning, I hear music without text; I replace it with reading a book story or a newspaper from the world of film, historical and cultural tourism art, sports, etc. Each morning morning he treated her as a new wrestler, the tree located in detention spaces for last year's holidays gives me inner warmth. I also convey the progress of publications of new books. Some of them I also order through my family. I continue to drink coffee, which I have more of as a gesture from meetings during my work in Pristina than I need coffee. Cooking in the morning gives me pleasure and relaxes, I try to prepare healthy things. I've already been ritualized. One of the sounds of those who brought me here is to cut me off from normal family life, eradicate from memory of the civic environment, and the inability of active institutional life. Just saying: Replace current memory with new memory. People don't say waste “away from their eyes, away from heart”. A slow and soft privation, however, Kosovo is the subject of this process, I am only the object. The subject's core is being hit day after day. Heavy and heavier. But something is forgotten. Kosovo resistance is the highest point of national and state identity. Resistance halted the next course of captivity. Its legality stems from the will and purpose of the guitars for freedom. It's a growing history with causes and circumstances, socioeconomic, cultural, political-military, national and international. It has substance, has the image and vivid memory of local cosova and international. We impossible for modern technicals for equal confrontation with Serbia, we recognised the movement of resistance and won. The history of Kosovo's statehood is not dogma or anything mechanical. Neither a slogan, a banner, a wall newspaper, or a scrawl on a board that can be scratched or compensated easily. It is not the type written in sand that is covered by successive sea plates or that burns the sun's rays, there is no weather that freezes it or says it. Unable to erase collective history and memory of resistance, read things and heard voices in their intention to change, make meats or at least fade. It is easier to train people, balance value and antivalue, good and corrupt, useful and harmful. To pretend to parallel the resistance to freedom and the spirit of submission is to equate light with darkness. The evidence experienced by the jihadist are the will of heroism, pain, and the soul of freedom. The process we're going through does not degreify or minimize the personal role of the country's street actors; it only proves that it was not the journey of some of the blind or the desperate people; on the contrary, their cause gives them an even higher dimension and a greater dimension and the most historical, political and diplomatic -- successful profile, unappreciated and irrefutable in the history of our nation, freedom fighters have not needed to sprout it or hide from the truth of resistance or the dilemma; they have felt the root of success after success. They are not driven by the syndrome of the missing or inferiority complex. They don't have a heart failure or a conscience in themselves, in front of children and family... simply biological and national heritage. The value of resistance is embedded and integrated within our entire society are values of national and democratic continuity. The memory of freedom and state resistance is parchment in Albanian consciousness, then in the Washington archives, NATO and some other Western countries. Unfortunately, dirty and fake have been filled with files and archives in Belgrade, Moscow found its way through our spaces. The resistance belongs to history, today we live the reality created by it. It has its beginning and its end as crystal, its time, its circumstances, and its characters. To understand without any activism the road to freedom and the state of Kosovo, see General E. Clark gave his testimony at The Hague. There everyone is given the right presentation of our cause, the values it represents today, the message and message of our resistance to the vast future of the free world. I'm not a live <x4-bed or national shame. I'm a living witness.” Although I'm paying with my soul and skin, I'm not about to be comforted. I never took freedom for granted. I've given my journey my own guidance. The realties created have confirmed my correct choice. I have been challenged through trials, cultivated, some as fast as lightning, and some long and exhausting. Long time I became a bridge, allowed many to pass through my body without getting wet and standing. Once I get across the river... then it's known... I've shut my ears, my eyes don't look, my mouth won't talk. The country's call for freedom and state justified everything. Today, even with the pain of the middle... he slept... walked the deer. Look everyone in the eye. I've learned a lot. Too much... travel for freedom and state of Kosovo. When the cause seemed hopeless. I believed in total freedom. I dreamed of independence. You know, there's no easy way to work with me... always wanted to be more, faster, better. and unlike the others. I heard and advised. My vital devotion I didn't understand as the norm... I didn't search for additional hours, second or third... I didn't stop. My belief in purpose lit up my journey. I have always believed and believed in results, not in prayer or luck. But even God blesses it, and the fate of conveying it or Yes works, I was playful in relation to the true Western partners, and today, it was praised as virtue, not weakness, and my own. After all, Kosovo and its people have won. For our cause, so that partners can understand us, even I prayed, but I would also bow down without hesitation. It is evidence that I have maintained my position in the face of any circumstances-for full freedom of Kosovo. Then, not a bit of an insult, I've been attacked with a light, heavy arsenal of maitas and a right across from my back. I've faced a lot of hits, I've been through them, not without pain, but quietly. I've been differentated politically (over 2014). I've been through sports. Maybe I'd too much of an electoral-this was the afflictional will. I had to respect him. You know, I didn't expect them just to stare. I've had a lot of spirits. I'm still alive. But they couldn't throw me on my back. Not a few battles have been lost, and in times of error, I did not necessarily take mistakes as guilt or sin, I have suffered them, but I have not mourned them; at times I have even adjusted to situations of overburdened circumstances. I have not allowed national and state moral dignity to be violated. I never raised the white flag, but I never celebrated before. The damn cause was reborn. Take a deep breath and convince yourself: OK, things happen past; I'm focused on the next steps, the looks of joy and the grand toast. So we won the war and the pay ( LIRINE June 1999 - PAV ARSINE February 2008). Hence, these lines are not stories of wicked hours, experienced and real events. There are no notes from the state offices, cadred cabinets, comfortable home salons, no products of noise or influence from social networks, but sit quietly on pencil boards in notebooks, in the cell alone in front of window bars. As rainfall continues outside the walls, the cloudy environment, dark followed by strong wind, and now in the last few minutes it was replaced by rainfall and snow is midnight under January 16th (the snow something rare in The Hague). The fact that I'm here doesn't make me mad and don't ask anyone. I owe nobody in this world. Loneliness has not darkened or sealed me up inside my skin. I have escaped-broken the only one in reading and writing. I'm not mad at anyone. On the contrary. At every moment in the geli I have endurance and hope. I am responding to injustice with a rebellious conscience, but with optimism. Trust in justice helps me the most. But even though I'm spending the whole year in solitary confinement, I've probably decided to remain the last “naivi” in my country to believe in values, humanity and justice. I'm uncompetitive. Belief in Kosovo's Constitutions and Laws and the European Convention on the Dying of Man. My dog always turns to peace. I became part of the resistance because I wanted the people of Kosovo to live free and at peace. Human conscience faced in Kosovo in the face of inhuman cruelty. Humanism and civilization won in the confrontation with the policy of ethnic cleansing and genocide. I have not observed just the laws of S. Milosevic. Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Franco: The constitution and the law today also have Putin. The wisdom is my asset. I can imagine that someone can either be happy or even be an object of humor or battube in case of a compass, television studio, or even social network; they can easily say: Hashimi rots in prison and does not realize that the world has changed, the values of freedom and international rights are severely violated and severely ruined, perhaps even right. Or they can easily say that today power, arrogance, and interest define what is of value, awareness, humanity or what is right and what is unfair I follow what is happening in Ukraine, the Middle East, or other world events I have experienced even the “sill for someone's mother and a stepparent”. There is no physical or political storm that can shake my confidence in Kosovo citizens. You know, today any official or former official in the world may even have regretted Kosovo's independence unjustly. But, with or without Thaci in Kosovo. This honorable process is already over. OK, Thaci continues to be third in prison, but for the Republic of Kosovo I am convinced there will be progress. Serbia struggles hard to prevent freedom and independence- has failed to achieve this for over three decades. Now the effort is to criminalize the philosophy of the doing state. Will he arrive through this court? I don't even want to think about it. I hope there are still people of moral value and professional integrity. Judges in the process have seen the truth. Tä väteta has seen the world. The decision is in their hands.