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On my research for documentaries I couldn't find any talking about progress in Albania.



My present Italian language professor is a polak who used to live in Italy for about 15 years. Very well-informed, very interested in etymology, classic history, etc. and he was even telling me what he knew about the Illyrians and antiquity in our country, of which I was surprised.
When he asked me about the current state of Albania and government, I sighed, deeply. You know what he said? "Didn't Albania just become part of the NATO and isn't Albania working towards becoming an EU member? It's not bad, you see." I was surprised because I'm not the most optimistic person.

One main thing Albanians need to work on: cooperation. There will not be progress by boycotting each other's projects out of jealousy for someone's success. I've seen it happen, but I think we could learn one thing or two from the Jewish community.

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the funny thing about this, is that my girfriend blond hair blue eyes born and raise in california that im with now showed me this article
and everybody she has asked about albanians has only heard bad things
i head to spank her for reading crap....literally:p



An article about Albania was published
in the Sunday Times Magazine on 23 July, 2006:

The land that time forgot
Author: AA Gill

It was a communist state for nearly half a a century. Now it has organised crime and the worst-dressed teenagers in Europe. Will the world ever take Albania seriously?

In the unlikely event of your ever needing to know, Tirana’s international airport is called Mother Teresa. It is grimly typical that the Albanians named their runway to the world after a woman who devoted herself to helping people die; and after a Catholic from a country that’s 70% Muslim. Mother Teresa is the only internationally famous Albanian; all the rest are infamous.

As you walk across the tarmac, you might notice a couple of planes from Albatros Airways – there is, again, an Albanian inevitability in naming your planes after the only bird that is an international synonym for bad luck, and which doesn’t fly anywhere near the Adriatic anyway.

Any sentence with Albania in it is likely to get a laugh. Albania is funny. It’s a punchline, a Gilbert and Sullivan country, a Ruritania of brigands and vendettas and pantomime royalty.

It is a tragic place. But just at the point in the story where you should be sobbing, you can barely restrain the sniggers. After all, Albania’s favourite comedian is Norman Wisdom, and that’s the place all over. It’s funny because it’s not funny. The capital, Tirana, is a rare place, blessed with both fascist and communist architecture. The competing totalitarian buildings strut cheek by cheek down the potholed roads, like an authoritarian tango in marble and concrete.

The Italians, who had the most sympathetic fascist architecture, built the futuristically classical university art school and government buildings, while the communists made the thudding celebrations of workers’ triumph and the grim warrens of piss-stained grey boxes for housing the triumphant workers in.

Parts of Tirana look like small southern Italian industrial towns, tree-dappled, lots of cafes, while other bits look like Gaza, ripped up and smashed stretches of urban exhaustion and collapse.

But none of that is what you notice first. The thing that catches your eye and holds it in a sticky grasp, like a child with a humbug, is the colour. The grim apartments and public housing projects have been painted with broad swathes of livid decoration. They look like a giant installation of West Indian scatter cushions.

The multicoloured building was the very, very bright idea of Tirana’s mayor. A man who the locals seem to think is suicidal and inspired in equal measure. When Albania’s peculiar version of hermetic communism finally collapsed, in 1992, the new man said that, though there was no money to change anything, seeing as they’d been living in monotone grindstone misery for 50 years, they might brighten the place up with a lick of paint. Apparently, they got a job lot of all the colours Homebase couldn’t sell in Cheshire and sploshed away. The result is both inspired and ridiculous, and very Albanian. Like a clown’s make-up, it draws attention to the crumbling, gritty face underneath.

In the span of one long lifetime, Albania has been dealt a full house of political, social and economic experiments. It started the 20th century as a subservient state of the Ottoman empire, then it became a playground for every Balkan and Adriatic neighbour. At one time or another, Albania had seven competing armies trying to grab lumps of it. Briefly it was an imposed German monarchy, then an ineffective Austrian protectorate. In 1913 the Treaty of London drew its borders to suit the conflicting demands of Serbia, Greece, Italy, Austria and Russia, which left over half of all Albanians living outside their own country, principally in Kosovo.

At the Treaty of Versailles, the Albanian throne was absurdly offered to C B Fry, an English cricketer who was supposed to be such a paragon of masculinity that he was photographed naked and flexing at Oxford, and ended up running a naval prep school of exemplary cruelty with a dykey, sadistic wife. And then they got King Zog.

You really couldn’t make up Albania’s history. Zog was Europe’s last self-made monarch, and a man who made Charlie Chaplin look serious. He favoured light operetta, white hussars’ uniforms and waxed moustaches, and cut a mean tango; he encouraged the Italians to come and build things like roads and cafes. The bad news was, the Italians were Mussolini, so Zog had to make a dash for it and ruled in the Palm Court at the Ritz.

Then the Italians lost the war and the partisans took over; which might have been a good thing, except they turned out to be run by Enver Hoxha, the weirdest of all cold-war communist dictators, a man of stern cruelty and fathomless paranoia, who decided that the only two allies he could trust should be at the opposite ends of the world. Albania’s only mates were China and Cuba, and it became proudly the only Maoist state in Europe.

Finally, long after everyone else had got a credit card and a mobile phone, Hoxha got cancer and died, and his unique chronic communism died with him. So Albania was welcomed out of the cold into the warm embrace of the free market. That should have been the good news, but of course it wasn’t.

There’s a park in the centre of Tirana that was built by the workers for themselves. They dug a great lake, built an amphitheatre, made a little zoo with a mad bear. You get in by walking through a homeless incontinent’s toilet, past the busts of madly furrowed Albanian heroes and the small, neat British war cemetery.

In shady meadows, men cut grass for hay and young men sit on tree stumps staring at nothing. Around the lake, men fish without anticipation; behind them, other men squat and watch. Fishermen-stalking is a feature of former communist countries. As a displacement activity, it’s about as complete a waste of a day as you can come up with. Old men sit in the sun and play dominoes. Their peanut-butter-tanned bodies are wrinkled and polished like old brogues. They sit on cardboard boxes in those distressingly skimpy second scrotums that the communist world still clings to as attractive swimwear; they grin through bomb-damaged teeth.

These are the flotsam and detritus of the train wreck of a command economy, their jobs and pensions just another cracking Albanian joke. A man who was once a history professor looks out across the water at the speculative illegal palaces being built in the people’s park and tells me how the good news of capitalism came to Albania. “We didn’t know anything about markets or money. Suddenly it was all new, all opportunity, all confusion. And then there comes pyramid scheme. You’ve heard of this ‘pyramid’? We put money in. They give you back many times more. You put that money back and much more comes. It was brilliant, this capitalism. Magic. Everyone did it. Maybe 70-80% of the country. People gave up their work to live on marvellous pyramid money. This was best two years of Albania’s life. Drink and food and laughing; everyone is happy. Everyone has cash and hope.” He stops and looks at the fishermen. “But it’s fraud. Everyone loses everything, not just their savings but their homes and farms, and they borrow and there’s no state to help. We have less than nothing; I lose my savings and my job. I don’t understand.

“You laugh. We were fools, yes, but what do we know of capitalism? It was a fairy story. And when it’s gone, people kill themselves, go mad, fight, scream and cry and want revenge. You understand Albanians have very, very… ” (he searches for the words) “… strong emotion.”

Albania was a nation of dupes waiting to be taken and they didn’t take it well. Everything you understand or think you know about Albania and Albanians needs to be seen in relation to how they got the way they are. After the pyramid scam, Albania sold the only thing it had left: its people. They handed out passports and waited. There are 4m Albanian citizens in the world – fewer than there are Scots. Three million of them live at home, the fourth quarter work abroad, and what they do is mostly illegal. Albania is the hub of the European sex trade, smuggling and pimping girls from Moldova and the Ukraine into the West.

It’s said they also run most of the illegal arms trade, the cheapest Kalashnikovs you can buy. They’re the Asda of mayhem. After years of being bullied, invaded, ripped off and lied to, the Albanians have grown very good at being frightening. They’re not subtle, they don’t deal in proportionate responses, controlled aggression or veiled threats. Albanians, I’m told, have taken over the crime in Milan – exporting organised crime to Italy beats selling fridges to Eskimos or sand to Arabs.

In the centre of Tirana there’s an area known as the Block. Under Hoxha this was the closed, salubrious preserve of party members, patrolled by soldiers, forbidden to all ordinary Albanians. Now it’s grown into the all-night trendy reserve of the young: cafes, bars and clubs have sprouted back to back along the crowded streets.

In parts it looks like sunny-holiday Europe, but then you turn a corner into grim, hunkered, crumbling commie squalor, with kids kicking balls and toothless ancients sitting like lonely loonies on benches, staring at the angry graffiti.

The number and proportion of young people in Tirana is a shock, compared with northern Europe. This is a young person’s country; they have large families here who all continue to live at home, so they need to get out.

The cafes on the Block are thick with teenagers, collectively called “students”, though this is a title rather than a vocation – there’s precious little work for them to study for. The streets are a slow crawl of large cars: BMWs, Porsche Cayennes, blacked-out Range Rovers, Humvees and the ubiquitous tribe of Benzes – all stolen, of course, from Germany and Italy.

The young lounge and practise their impenetrably tough looks; the boys play-fight. The difference between these kids and their neighbours in Italy and Greece is how they look. With effortless élan, Albanian students are without peer the worst-dressed kids in the western world. They are obsessed with labels and designers, but all they can afford are the chronically laughable rip-offs and fakes in the markets. Shops here are full of absurdly repellent, tatty clobber with oversized logos stencilled on, and the kids wear this stuff with a flashy insouciance, all looking like characters in search of a comic-sketch show.

Albanians are naturally quite modest people. You still see old women in peasant headdresses and men wearing traditional white fezzes, but the youth are desperate to be European, and that means sexy. There are girls with bad peroxide jobs, and minute skirts, and tits-out-for-the-boys tops. They play at being gangster bitches, but it all looks much more like a drama-school production of Guys and Dolls.

The men have a strange – and, it must be said, deeply unattractive – habit of rolling up their T-shirts so that they look like bikini tops. The Albanians are short and ferret-faced, with the unisex stumpy, slightly bowed legs of shetland ponies. My favourite fashion moment was a middle-aged man with a Village People moustache and a Hobbit’s swagger in a T-shirt that declared in huge letters: Big Balls.

Albanian is one of those languages that have no known relative, just an extra half a dozen letters. They say it’s impossible to learn after the age of two. They say it with very thick accents. The fact that nobody else can speak it makes it a ready-made code for criminals, but in a typically unintentional way it’s also pathetically, phonetically funny. The word for “for sale”, for instance, is shitet; carp, the national fish, is krap.

I went to a tiny basement bar that specialised in death-metal music. This, finally, is a look that even Albanians can get right. I found a seat next to the drummer’s mother, a beamingly proud peasant woman watching her son epileptically thrash our eardrums with his group Clockwork Psycho Sodomy Gore.

Groovy Tirana troops into a nightclub with a self-conscious bravado and sips cocktails politely, while the naffest barman in the free world goes through his Tom Cruise bottle-juggling routine, shaking passé drinks and presenting the bill stuffed into the top of his stonewashed hipsters to groups of giggling top-heavy girls.

All this imitation, this desperate wannabe youth culture, is being paid for by cash sent home from abroad. Albania’s economy runs courtesy of Western Union and wads of red-light cash stuffed under the seats of hot-wired Audis. Much of it is criminal, but there is also a lot that is the bitter fruit of lonely, uncertain, menial jobs in rich Europe done by invisibly despised immigrants on the black economy. However it’s gleaned, this is the hardest-earned money in Europe.

I was constantly told to be careful of pickpockets and muggers in rough areas. Over the years, I’ve developed a bat-eared coward’s sixth sense for the merest whisper of trouble, but Tirana felt like a very safe place playing tough. There is very little drunkenness on the street, though they drink copiously. The only drugs seem to be a bit of home-grown grass and, given that this is the vice-export capital of the West, there were no lap-dancing clubs or pornography shops. You can’t even find a prostitute on the street in Tirana. It’s like trying to find lobsters in Scotland: they’ve all gone for export.

Albania has by far and away the worst traffic record of any western country, and no Albanian would conceivably wear a seatbelt, considering it the first symptom of passive homosexuality. Driving north out of Tirana along the pitted roads, you see an insatiable orgy of construction with barely a nod to need, purpose or planning permission. The outskirts are being covered in country bars and restaurants without customers, and capacious country houses without sewerage, water, electricity or inhabitants. The biggest single industry in Albania is money-laundering, and construction is the easiest and quickest way to turn vice into virtue. There are thousands of buildings without roofs or windows flying an ironic Albanian flag, which, appropriately, is the double-headed eagle looking both ways at once.

The mountains are a landscape of terraces and forests sparsely populated by peasants who still cut hay with scythes, where men turn rotated strips with wooden ploughs behind bony mares as their wives sow seeds from baskets, looking like the posters for a Bertolt Brecht revival.

Tiny villages lurk in high valleys; extended families live on the first floor of stone-and-mud-plaster houses. On the ground floor live the cattle and plough horses. Vines climb the walls; chickens and infants scratch in the dirt; dogs are chained in wicker kennels; hens nest under the sweet hayricks; women bake bread in wood ovens. We’re given a lunch of grilled lamb, fizzing sheep’s cheese, tomatoes and cherries fresh from the tree. The fields all around are choked with wild flowers; songbirds and turtledoves clamour for attention; tortoises shuffle in the stubble; donkeys moan operatically to each other.

It is as close as any of us will get to seeing what life across Europe was like in the 16th century, but living a 16th-century life in the 21st century is not a smart option. Even 16th-century people know that. So the country is emptying, and the peasants trudge to the city to try and lay their hands on a little second-hand vice money.

All across Albania there are decrepit concrete bunkers, thick beehive constructions that smell of mould and foxes. They run in little redoubts up hills, along coverts and through gardens. There are millions of them. Hoxha started building bunkers at the end of the war, and they became a lifelong paranoid obsession that cost a hubristic amount of Albania’s wealth. The bunkers follow no coherent battle plan. There would never have been enough soldiers to man them; they are simply the solid pustules of mistrust and fear. Albania has always been surrounded by enemies, but it has also been divided against itself.

There is no trust in this landscape: it is the place of vendetta and vengeance. There are still families here where the fearful men never leave their windowless homes, where male babies are born to die. The rules of being “in blood” were laid down in the 15th century in the Canon of Lekë, an ancient murderer’s handbook. That is one of the reasons Albanians are so good at organised crime. The distinctions of religion are nothing compared with the ancient honour of families; everything is secondary to family honour and to making money. Everything is excusable to sustain those.

There is also a divide between north and south Albania. The north is called Gheg, the south Tosk. Gheg is tough, uncouth, aggressive; the south, educated, civilised, Italianate. It’s a bit like England.

On the Adriatic coast, in Durres, which was once a seaside capital, the beach is a muddy grey, a coarse sand of cigarette ends, bottle tops and those blue plastic bags that are the world’s tumbleweed. The smelly, tideless Adriatic limply washes nameless slurry onto the shore, and children build sand villas while their parents roast. Albanians have surprisingly fair skins and they cook to a lovely livid puce. A man calls me over. He’s angry. “American?” No, English. “Tell them, tell Europe, we don’t have tails. You see, we are not apes. We’re not another species. Durres is going to be the new Croatia.” There’s a thought.

“Norman Wisdom – what do you think of him?” I asked. “He’s very ’90s. Now top best comic is definitely Mr Bean.”

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Mesazh i vjetėr 13 Janar 2010 09:21
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What a laugh This was better than a stand up comedy.

Anyway, he exaggerates but there is plenty of truth also. Apparently this guy writes funny/bad stuff for all countries. This should neither invalidate his article, nor justify albanian mentality today... because... its true in some basic parts (family and money?!!).

This article received a reply from Genci Kojdheli, an activist of G99 group. He tried to recover the national pride. Whoever finds his reply post it here.

But, overall, be constructive people, dont blame Gill for that paper. Try to take the true parts out of it. And you will understand how we can become quite ridiculous.

Up to now, no foreign report has been posted about the "presumed" progress in Albania.


P.s. Balerina, is trying to enter NATO and EU that provides a positive insight of Albania? That is exactly what is ridiculed by Gill. To tell the truth, albanians want to enter Europe to gain advantages from that, to feel assured that they'll be governed by more trustful EU politicians rather than albanian corrupt politicians. There is nothing positive in this, because it's more important to find a national identity and development, than trying to find the solutions by entering EU.

Modifikuar nga Fajtori datė 13/01/2010 ora 11:33

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Mesazh i vjetėr 13 Janar 2010 11:05
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Art for Politics Sake



People & Power reports on the re-vamping of Albania's capital city by its artistic mayor.

Produceer: Al Jazeera, March 2008

P.s. You will find the other view on Tirana's facades painted by Edi Rama (what Gill calls a clown make-up) .

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Mesazh i vjetėr 13 Janar 2010 11:14
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Fajtor, to be honest, way before i read the article of Gill, I was critical so much of the same stuff of my own country which so many times i have expressed in this forum, but when you read it from an outsider, it hurts a little

btw, I would like to read the reply from Genci Kojdheli if u can find it and bring it

the reply i think should have been/be insulting and funny towards this individual Gill and his country.

if he is english we should start by the ugly teeth the english people r known for, and we should go on pointing out how impotent english men really are when in fact all women of england seem to prefer only black men, this observation is not racialy motivated, but only facts i have notice from one year of living in england.

then we should analyse the motives of the author, and analyse his pathetic existence.
why should a pervert potentially a pedophile from rotten old cultures of europe is chekin out teenagers of albania?!

why a pervert from europe is diapontment that he couldn't find a prostitute in the streets of tirana, now he has to talk shit about it, because he assumed we manufacture only prostitutes in this country?!

so maybe he had to jerk off all the time he was in albaina, cause no albanian woman wanted to sleep with an ugly teeth and impotent english man.

or maybe, just maybe, Gill is an english faggot, and he assumed from the lack of style that so many albanian men dress like gay dudes without knowing, and naive to the analytical eyes of the gay europe, and walk around free dressed a litle fruty with to many colors faggot Gill thought was in haven, but was dissapointment once more!

so then Gill sat down and wrote about albania and the albanians, with bitterness, trying to be articulate and show us what we should and shouldn't laugh at! an english man, trying to teach us humor!
when one thinks of english people, last thing that comes to mind is their humor
and in comparison albanians are much more funny, sense of humor its in our genes unlike the cold english
we albanians can make a women laugh, no matter how primitive or olequent or witty or silly we come across

and, as all Women from any place on earth wil tell you, make a woman laugh and they will give you anything.

next trip for Gill must be Thailand, where he will be happy sorrounded with
cheap yong prostitutes, even teens as yong as this pediphile likes them, and im sure Gill will have nothing bad to say about that country, even though they eat dogs.

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Religious Conquests

Or how religions tried to get new fans in Albania the first years of democracy.




Guitar strumming, voices singing, helicopter whirring: the evangelists are preparing for a mission. One last prayer and the group leader yells, “Let’s go tell the world about God!” Until recently, this was the world’s first atheist state. Albania’s ex-communist dictator, Enver Hoxha banned all types of religion. Bibles and Korans were chucked into a national bonfire and houses of worship destroyed. Catholic priest, Father Pllumi, endured 26 years of torture before his release in 1990 when the Democrats finally ousted the Communists. Now there is a rush to reclaim the faithful. But some Albanians dread another Bosnian bloodbath. In particular, Greek Orthodox Archbishop, Anastassios Yanoulatos, worries that the sudden influx of missionaries might upset Albania’s fine religious balance. Undeterred, our American evangelists head up North by jeep to the Catholic heartland. Their aim is to entice villagers to a showing of their film on Jesus Christ. As the projector is set up, the crowd is buzzing for a free night at the movies. But afterwards, converts are scarce. Neither 500 years of Islamic Ottoman rule nor Communism could shake these people’s beliefs.

Producer: ABC Australia, November 1996





P.s. Sorry kurt, but to my opinion your reply is too weak and offensive to even get considered by Gill. If there is something English are famous for is just their humor.
The reply from Kojdheli is only in Albanian:
http://arkivi.peshkupauje.com/skoci...lle/2006/08/09/

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Mesazh i vjetėr 13 Janar 2010 22:36
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I could have killed this motherf.... if i had a chance , what did he get out of this article anyway ?

I read what Kojtheli wrote about Scotland and its all true , I've lived there.

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Re: Religious Conquests

P.s. Sorry kurt, but to my opinion your reply is too weak and offensive to even get considered by Gill. If there is something English are famous for is just their humor.
The reply from Kojdheli is only in Albanian:
http://arkivi.peshkupauje.com/skoci...lle/2006/08/09/ [/B][/QUOTE]

mos ja fut kot fajtor!D
btw thanks for bringing the article from genti
first of all, when have you met an english person that you thought was funny?!
when anyone of you met or gotten to know an enlglish person that you thought was funny?!

second, my reply was a ten minute thing from the heart without any research dedication, and ultimately the best reply its to tell gill and whoever to go and fuck himself.

i have known some english people, for a long time too, and i cant thing or imagine them to even be considered funny or pleasant to be around, and this is not just my opinion, but also the opinion of mutual american friends.

im not talking about big name comedians or writers which infact "the office" is one of my favorite comedy shows of all time.

in comparison im willing to bet that if an american as come to know close up an albanian and an english! i will most certainly guaranty you that they will have nicer things to say about the albanians...
so fuck europe and the europians...

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Mesazh i vjetėr 14 Janar 2010 05:31
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Albanian mafia (my illustration)

It is since the fall of communism that a new mentality took place in Albania: money making. Soon, inside and outside of the country a set of albanians learned to deal with ways of making money illegally in order to become rich quickly. In the massive rush for money, nobody wondered about the cultural and national repercussions of all this criminality. Albanian government 92-96 reinforced the criminal mentality by tacitly accepting the flush of money from abroad, and making people believe in a prosperity of Albania. Slowly but inevitably albanian crime organized in an emerging network around Europe. By dealing between each other, albanians were able to complete all the passages of drug smuggling, weapon trafficking, prostitution organization, women selling, etc. A MAFIA started to emerge and today "albanian mafia" is one of the keywords producing the largest youtube results.

The London Press, Daily News and Interpool recently confirmed the Albanian Mafia was #9 in the world.

1- Russia
2-Italy

8-Serbian
9-Albanian

IN 2007, Interpol destroyed an international heroin & cocaine-smuggling network shipping the drug to Italy and other western European countries via Albania.
Police arrested about 20 traffickers and seized eight tonnes of heroin and cocaine (13 were Turkish, 6 Albanian & 1 Bosnian). The operation involved the joint efforts of drug squads of seven south American countries and several European states, including Italy and Greece.

The Interpol Report stated:

"the quantities of drugs being moved through Albania are much greater than the amounts seized by the police.
The most powerful groups operate in Tirana, Fieri, south of Tirana, Durres in the northwest, in Vlora and Korca in the south and in Shkoder, in the north.In these cities, drug money is recycled in the building industry and in tourism. The authorities lack the means of financial control to stamp out the money-laundering"

As it is well understandable, albanian criminality has moved from an amateurish job in foreign countries to organized crime based in Albania itself (see Interpol statement above). While the world is worried about albanian criminality, there are no big investigations in Albania, which could lead to dismantling of big criminal groups. Conversely, the nearby italian state confiscates each year hundreds of millions of euros from mafia dirty jobs. This fact raises the question whether there is any real border between politics and mafia in Albania.

Worst of all, albanians fake all this doesn't exist. TV news about albanian organized crime are taken with indifference. At the same time albanians are sensible to any greek brutality, italian istitutions, serbs in kosovo, etc., but not to home-made organized crime. They seem to ignore what are they famous for in the world and tend to victimize themselves by telling that foreigners told them how to be criminals. The very contrast between blaming neighboring countries and ignoring social issues of albanian criminality suggest the existence of relative moral values. Moreover, there are albanians proud of albanian mafia as "the greatest n the world" (see comments on other YT videos). While it is hard to find any italian proud of their powerful secret mafia, it is interesting to note that some albanians doesn't even keep secret their will to become a powerful mafia.

There is not so much footage from mafia inside Albania, but here is the introduction of an american reportage on albanian mafia in US.



Other videos you can find about drug smuggling in Italy, pictures taken by a journalist featuring various albanian gangsters and their illegal activities, the set of new and luxury cars in a country considered one of the poorest in Europe, and a whole Discovery investigation between the albanians of Kosovo (6 parts). Try to remember that the existence of all this criminal activity should have it's counterparts in Albania (or Kosovo), which have not come out yet.

Modifikuar nga Fajtori datė 15/01/2010 ora 15:21

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Mesazh i vjetėr 15 Janar 2010 15:10
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Well I guess if you don't like yourself who's going to like you? I think no publicity its bad publicity so I dont consider any of that extremely hurtful to us. And by the way kurt is right when talking about the "English humor". The whole world knows that British people are just... not funny.

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Mesazh i vjetėr 15 Janar 2010 16:06
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