Ministries

A terrible virus has started to appear in the shocked bosom of our government for some time, a virus in the beginning of a viral type, which has the possibility to enter the history of political medicine under the name "ministerosis": two ministers are victims of her, two Ministers of the Interior, who are enlivening, even excessively exciting the screens and newspapers, the conversations and counter-conversations, the minds and guesses of Albanians, their feelings and premonitions inside and outside the country. However, I assure the regular or occasional readers of this weekly column that mumps, as its name suggests, only affects ministers, especially those who are alleged to have been born vaccinated against it.

In this very delicate moment for Prime Minister Rama, analysts and opinion leaders are constantly pouring water into the vortex of assumptions of all kinds of styles, assumptions that are fascinating our public, which, instinctively, continues to "put politics in the foreground". Personally, I do not like to be called a prophet because, as the French say, nul n'est prophète en son pays ("no one is a prophet in his own country"), but I have the faint impression that there is some possibility that Mr. Tahiri (i fallen from the fig tree of power and already faced with justice in self-immolation and above) wants to remove the slippery leg for Mr. Xhafaj (still passed on one of the upper branches of the same fig tree). How? What does it mean to "take off the slippery leg for someone?" According to the Dictionary of the Albanian Language, Tirana 2006, this expression means: "to wish someone to do something that you yourself have done"; of course, Mr. Tahiri implied this with the words he said publicly to Mr. Xhafaj, openly expressing his dissatisfaction with the latter.

Mr. Tahiri's reversal with several stages - the removal from the post of the Minister of the Interior, but the temporary preservation of the mandate of the deputy, then the sudden resignation from this mandate, then the confrontation with the justice system, then putting him under house arrest, brought me among I remember a story by the Italian Dino Buxati entitled "Shattakätäshi". In it, it is about a gentleman by the name of Giuseppe Konte, who suffers from a kind of fever and who goes to the only hospital where his illness can be cured. That hospital has seven floors and patients like Mr. Konte, in the initial stage of their illness, are admitted to the seventh floor and the doctors promise them a quick recovery and discharge from the hospital, but in case of complications, they are taken down one floor where they are treated according to a more intensive therapy and, in case of improvement, they return to the seventh floor again before leaving the hospital cured. Mr. Conte is not lucky: he is taken down from one floor to another, he undergoes several more and more intense therapies until he arrives at the first floor where the hopeless patients end up, who unfortunately do not take long to die.

Now, I ask myself, but also the readers of my sensitive readers, so sensitive to the fate of every person, but especially to that of ministers and especially those of the Interior: Doesn't this story of the Italian Dino Buxati seem a little ominous for former minister Tahiri and perhaps for minister Xhafaj? Do not the rolling of several stages of the former, and the condition of the latter in the initial but feverish stage of his problem, make us worry and tremble for continued from page 1 their ministerial fate? Of course, there are insensitive people, without a point of empathy, who enjoy and rejoice at the first, second, third and even seventh signs of the misfortune of others, how terrible! And why, dear, do these heartless people never put themselves in the shoes of others, especially when these are ministers who are so dedicated "to the cause of the Party and the People, always ready"? I wish with all my heart that our best doctors, who work within the country, but also those who work outside its borders (for example in the hospitals of Italy, especially in those with seven floors), devote themselves to the work for discover as soon as possible a medicine against "ministerosis" or, more precisely, a vaccine against it, in order to avoid the descent of all future ministers, whether left, center or right, from one floor to another of the dinobuxatian hospital or, to put it more Albanian, from one branch to another of the disgusting power fig tree in our stupidly democratic Albania (Panorama).