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Opinion / Editorial

Naked among wolves

Naked among wolves

 The palace where I lived was behind a noisy street next to the city stadium: Niko Dovana. It was raining lightly from some clouds floating in the gray sky. I had just returned from the night shift, where I worked as a train driver, and I was staying in the only bar-cafe in the street in front of the apartment, where I have lived for many years. From a distance, among the passers-by, I spotted my brother-in-law coming towards the building with his guitar slung around his neck. I called to him, rising slightly from my seat, and waited until he sat down next to me, touching the strings of the katara that sounded like a broken merriment. He was in a good mood, he informed me that he had made a meeting with one of the members of the gang operating in Durrës, the reason was known; he was doing his best to cross the sea by raft to the Italian state. He asked me about the technical condition of the car I owned, a car from the eighties. I just nodded when the waiter brought the coffee. He sensed my haunting and raised his arms half-height, as if to show me that only they owned the sailing dinghies. The end of the twentieth century brought a lot of unrest in Albania: democracy was entering with the destruction of works and kidnapping of weapons in warehouses of the whole country and others, where bandit groups arose from the strongest among the cities. We were at the end of our coffee, when a big man with fur on his face appeared in the bar and motioned to his brother-in-law to go out of the bar." Tomorrow evening, get ready, the ferry leaves before midnight. Today we have a special lunch in the four streets of Shijak" the big man happily announced and entered the car in the back seat, but to his surprise, two handsome boys came quickly behind him and without greeting entered the cabin, crowding behind the cheeky one. I started the engine, while Bardhi Vrapi, my brother-in-law, a singer known even beyond the county, got ready to play something on the guitar. With the ruined state of mind that I have now, I drive the vehicle to the side of the stadium and we go out to the main road that leads to Shijak. By now the first man was in control of everything, he directed me to a bar near Sallmone, after we captured the four streets of Shijak. The sounds of the guitar were drowned out by the noise of the engine, the three bandits with twisted faces, strange, suddenly become meit and with triumphant movements get off the vehicle and enter the predetermined bar at the entrance of the mahalla. We looked eye to eye with our brother-in-law and followed behind the herd of wild men. Inside the hall of the bar, we were greeted with frowns from the attendees, who started leaving little by little from the exit with greetings and meals. The table was filled like a button with appetizers and alcoholic drinks. The first toast was raised for the singer, where he was asked to show off his talent. After barely a song, one of the people got up and left the bar. Bardhi sang for the immigrants, and there were tears in the eyes of the few present. I was very worried about my sister, who was going to leave the country the next day with an endless raft.Two hours passed since we were drinking grape brandy under the magical songs of my brother-in-law, the atmosphere had heated up too much. The big hairy big man would occasionally glance out the window next to our table, now fully open. Something was happening or had happened, the two members of the wild herd seemed content, but something was tormenting them deep in their being. I'm afraid! I'd still drink, but I'm afraid and afraid of their suspicious looks. My fear is unconscious, instinctive, I can't understand what I'm afraid of: because I want to live, or because a new pain awaits me, still unknown? In these two hours or more, the absent-minded man appeared at the door, who looks like he's moaning, he's like he's laughing... I take a quick look, he whispers something in the ear of the unshaven man, and he makes a sign to leave. We get up, I rush to start the car. The ring does not light up as if in anger. The brother-in-law throws the guitar into the cabin and together with the pack of wolves they push the car a few meters. The engine starts, they get into the vehicle quickly, I step on the gas and the bird flies towards the city with broken wings. The mud on the road, created by the rain, is compressed behind the sheet metal atomjet. Kisses, dark spots dance across the cabin, our shadows tremble, my breath is taken away and I feel as if something is following me from behind and trying to grab my back. Everyone without a word, something had happened that I never understood vesh. On the Dajlan bridge, I stopped the car, a police officer of the road service asked me for the vehicle documents. I try to take them out, but the big voice raised my hand on the dashboard. "Leave, you Sala soldier, so I can fill his stomach with bullets!" The service employee gave us a quick look and cleared the way. I give gas to the engine until we reached the center of the city. They ordered me to park at Bar-Italia, so I did. They left from the entrance of the bar, taking my brother-in-law with them. I was struggling with my mental state, even beyond my strength, when the waiter motioned me to enter the hall of the bar. I recognized the guy, he lived in my neighborhood, I felt a little better and followed him behind. Those few customers they were silent, that's how I entered, the boy with a bow tie on a white shirt sat me down at a table alone. A cup of coffee steamed on the table and a crystal glass filled to the brim with whiskey of the excellent brand. I moved my head as a sign of denial, the other smiled lightly at me: "It's an order!" I thought he said with his body language. After the fear, I don't know why I was overcome by a terrible boredom... One of the customers got up from the table and went to the end hall, where he removed a thick curtain and opened a hidden door under it. My brother-in-law was running late, he drank his coffee in silence, the drink gave me some strength. After a few minutes, two people entered from the main door faster and directed from the table where I was standing in a symbolic manner. One grabbed one of my arms and lifted me to my feet. He does a fine check on all parts of my body and, I was asked that,where did I live and what city did I come from? I was stunned, my heart froze with terror, then I felt that my legs could not support my whole body, which was overcome by a great tremor. The waiter quickly intervened, he explained that I lived in his neighborhood as early durrsak. They objected for a moment, the license plate of the vehicle that I had was smeared by the mud of the road and, from DR it had turned into FR. Then the boy filled a plastic container with water, ran outside and washed the real license plate. At that time, my brother-in-law also came out from that secret door, playing the guitar as he walked. I calmed down a bit, I already saw myself naked among the wolves. The wild herd scattered, I collapsed on the chair and threw myself into the mouth. half a shot of whiskey. White blinked his eyes several times to banish the tormenting vision I was experiencing at that moment. Then he whispered something in my ear; I realized that they had become enmity with the Fier gang and that's why they were so vigilant, and one of the most sophisticated investigators in such events was talking to the head of the gang of our city. I took the last sip of whiskey and admired the city lights twinkling like thousands of stars. I had the impression that I was experiencing one of the events that I had read in Roberto Saviano's book about the Italian mafia. Where, and this event would turn, many times, into the history of all Albanians.