From Albanian writer Elvira Dones receive this open letter to Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi on the bar of the Knight on the "pretty girls Albanians. " During the recent meeting with Berisha, Prime Minister attacked the smugglers demanded more vigilance and Albania. He added: "We will make exceptions only for those who bring beautiful girls."
"Dear Mr. Prime Minister,
write for a newspaper that she does not read, yet a few words I have it to him, because its Friday casual sense of humor has touched people very dear to me, "the beautiful Albanian girls." While the Prime Minister of my country of origin, Sali Berisha, confirmed the commitment of his government in the fight against smugglers, she pointed out that "for those who bring beautiful girls we can make an exception." I
those "pretty girls" I met them, I met dozens of day and night, hiding from their pimp, I followed by Garbagnate Milan to Sicily. They told me glimpses of their lives broken, choked and vandalized. A "Star" its owners had an effect on the stomach a word: bitch. It was a beautiful girl with a defect: abducted in Albania and transported to Italy, refused to go on marciapiede. Dopo un mese di stupri collettivi ad opera di magnaccia albanesi e soci italiani, le toccò piegarsi. Conobbe i marciapiedi del Piemonte, del Lazio, della Liguria, e chissà quanti altri. E' solo allora - tre anni più tardi - che le incisero la sua professione sulla pancia: così, per gioco o per sfizio.
Ai tempi era una bella ragazza, sì. Oggi è solo un rifiuto della società, non si innamorerà mai più, non diventerà mai madre e nonna. Quel puttana sulla pancia le ha cancellato ogni barlume di speranza e di fiducia nell'uomo, il massacro dei clienti e dei protettori le ha distrutto l'utero.
Sulle "belle ragazze" scrissi un romanzo, pubblicato in Italia con il Title sun burned. Years later turned a documentary for Swiss TV: I went in search of another beautiful girl named Brunilda, his father had asked me in tears to investigate her. He was a father like many other fathers Albanians with whom their daughters were missing, abducted, mutilated, hung upside down in a disused butchers if they dared to rebel. He was a father like you, Mr President, just less lucky. And still the father of Brunilda not accept that her daughter is dead forever, drowned in the sea or executed somewhere in the suburbs. He still hopes, dreams of a miracle. It 's a long story, President ... But if I knew I could count on his attention, we will send you a copy of my book, or send the documentary, or I would gladly talk to her. But the warning, Mr. President: I reply to the beats, not swallow.
In the name of every star, Bianca, Brunilda and their families, these few lines I had them to him. In these twenty years of difficult transition, Albania has run much suffering and many wounds inflicted with his own hands, but the Albanian people is also increasing the desire to finally walk back straight and head held high. Albania has no patience or sympathy for the humiliation free. I think if she would stop to consider the human drama as material for jokes by late night bar, would not that stand to gain.
* Elvira Dones, writer-journalist.
Born in Durres in 1960, graduated in Literature and English to Albanian? University of Tirana. Emigrated from his country before the fall of the Berlin Wall, from 1988 to 2004 he lived and worked in Switzerland. He currently resides in the United States, where the narrative alternates between a journalist and screenwriter.
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