Wednesday, JUNE 25

Wednesday, June 25 = (City Fier - Maps)

A cloak of smog hovers in mid, the sky is a dirty white, the heat will be added to the herald of rain, but the annoying call a day.
I do not have to spend the holidays and not even feel like walking, wasting time in this city. Stretch 5 euro to the old porter, I send a kiss to the beautiful hostess, and I leave for the road to Durres.


km 31 Lushnje - km 18 Rrogozhine = km 38 Dures - km 39 arrival in Tirana -Maps (tot 126 km)

= Tirana (Tirana) Albania Capital = 1,000,000 inhabitants

Arriving through the river Ishem. Tirana city is perhaps the most vivid and chaotic that it has met on this trip, streets cluttered with all sorts of vehicles, from old diesel trucks that spit tobacco, to the modern Suv, from sports cars to luxury cars of representation.
The works of reconstruction and new buildings, fill the horizon of tall cranes. Many streets and yards channels open, causing a loud noise rather intense and continuous.
Affatato however is not a bad city, indeed, passing through its streets, I saw, Et'hem Bey Mosque and the Clock Tower...




that stands in Piazza Skenderbeg.
At the end of 90 years Albania has been the worst for his economic and political stability, fortunately now their country is stabilizing.
In a tourist information office, where I ran, pausing beside the Catholic Church of St. Paul, I ask for accommodation information, perhaps not too expensive.
I recommend an apartment, not just in cities but in its periphery. I endorse the agreement, hoping to not end up in the middle of streets dark and ugly appearing.
The accommodation is located in a building of two floors, the sound on the ground floor where I have to pick up the keys, I opened a woman of about 40/50anni not know, the lean limit dell'anoressia.
Notes almost scared me, and I said that I was sent by the agency to collect the keys of apartment.
It has no phone which was not felt, however I see that has no doubt, makes me sit in his apartment, until you find the keys.
The interior is badly placed, a strange smell of medicine, I attacked the nose, the decor is poor but, in lace, a vase of flowers and a tapestry on the wall, show a feminine touch.
Back trafelata as, despite being only in the next room, I ask a little water, the heat is suffocating, loving me a glass filled from a jug in the kitchen.
Those sad eyes, keeps me anchored to the chair, drink in small sips, I notice his increasingly uneasy present, concern is whether're evil or something.

"Excuse me, but I have my child is sick in bed for years now, an incurable disease and that day after day, makes it increasingly sick also is aware of his growing infirmity.
E 'a torture to him, I try to console him but his misfortune has destroyed me, can not resist such a torment.
I do not know why I say these things, you are un'estraneo, or perhaps know, I do not talk to anyone, friends of long ago, have slowly moved away, I understand, have their problems, which are already so many. "

The scene that I have before, makes me lucid eyes, her quiet tears me to embrace it and wait for your tears, stop falling.
It takes a while because it's calm, after a bit loose and hug my face striped with tears thanked me and apologized to its outlet, giving a smile of thanks.
The son calls it, runs from him, I can not help but go quietly upstairs with heavy hearts the memory of his words. Dining? I have not nor should I have lunch at the Durres port and close to me just now, eat later.
Leave your car in the parking lot, call a taxi, faster and safer, because I will ask the driver where I can spend a happy evening.
Taxi arrives and ask her to bring me to the center of the city.
The Mosque is illuminated so beautiful, with a network of stunning colors, the taxi driver was talkative, and I indicated some solutions, to spend a good evening game.
I choose the Board to attend the folk dance that is represented at the outdoor theater, the arena is overflowing
Music and dance performances by master dancers in traditional costumes, are off their acrobatic skills and strength, the girls that only the grace of a female body can represent nymphs and flowers in a garden imagery, all rotating on forever, of love and family, are clapping noise, I will not be outdone and willingly follow the enthusiasm of the public.
The show is over, people swarm the streets of Tirana, beside me a young woman was visibly excited in the crowd to exit opportunity for them to say that it was a beautiful show.
Hear my inflection speak Italian, I asked:

"You are Italian! I know that she performed my daughter? He was on stage with the other was good, have been years of sacrifices, and now neither captures the fruits "

I ask how old is, look at me surprised and questioning, I apologize that I wanted to know precise age of his daughter and not her.
A merry laugh, and then asks me if I have time to hear his story, while waiting for her daughter that comes from dressing rooms.
Do not ask for better and ask her to sit at the table in the bar near the theater. Order an alcoholic and she begins to tell me:

"My daughter is very young, just 14 years we returned from 9 years ago at the home of my mother and my five younger brothers to me.
Life was tough initially, but then my brother growing up, have to do that, three of them were found to be working in Albania, the other two have emigrated to Italy.
My daughter has grown well in health and 7 years ago has begun to go to school at an old dance teacher.
His skill after a few years was noted by a folk dance company of the city and from that moment, was able to show the public its innate qualities of a dancer.
His life has just blossomed and will have throughout their lives to get what it deserves. "

I ask her husband and her father, a shadow passes over the face, forehead corrugated:

"My father passed away that we were small, a fulminant disease took him, the husband I've ever had, my daughter does not know who the father is ... Yes, I was abducted I was only 14 years, the same age my daughter today, I am not to tell you what I did in Italy ... .. you can imagine.
When I was in the ring, wanted abortissi ... .. fled and went to the police. I was kidnapped in Durres, I was with my mother to buy, not what I remember, was a moment, the same evening I was on a speedboat, you know the rest, fortunately, I do not know how, but I said to the captors a false name and who lived in another city and not in a small village on the Albanian mountains.
This in fact is, I could go home, knowing that they could not find myself, but now everything is over and my daughter is the treasure that the Lord has given me "

I admire his confidence in the future, his and all his family.
Her joy explodes when a female creature, emerge from nothing, it covers the neck.
Me neither I go without healthy, I do not want to interrupt quell'abbraccio of love between mother and daughter.
Fà still very hot, although it is midnight in my apartment I noticed a fan I can not wait to sleep with that ventilation, even if forced.
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