By Simon Miraka
Memorie.al / I were going towards “Taiwan”, to drink a coffee. It was a beautiful sunny winter day; I was looking to find a table, in front of the fountain. I hear a voice calling me: – “O Miraka, come…”! I turn my head, I see an old man at the table, and he was alone. I approached you: – “Sit”, he tells me in a commanding voice. – You don’t know me”?! – “No, I’m sorry, I don’t know you.” – “I am I.S.”!
His name was Idriz Seiti, when he told me the name that I had come across in the documents of the Archive of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, as a major officer of the former State Security, I wanted to stand up, but I held myself back. The waiter came and I ordered a coffee.
– “Please, how much are these” and I took out the money.
– “I called you”, said I.S.
– “Thank you, but I will pay for the coffee.”
– “Okay, thank you…”!
He was dressed as if he was in pain.
– “I have also imprisoned Mr. Mirakaj, after the murder of Mehmet Shehu, I was arrested as a friend of his, I was sentenced to 10 years, I did it in Burrel”.
– “You sir, you were not against the dictator, because you served him with great zeal, but he was against you”, I said and continued:
– “Can I ask you a question, how come you didn’t become a man once?! But you put Enver Hoxha against each other (killing), you started with Zai Fundo, Mustafa Gjinishi and others! As for us, we knew what would happen to Enver Hoxha and others”.
– “Mr. Mirakaj took it, we were not men, but a bunch of criminals”, and his lip trembled.
– “I came across your name in the documents, because I worked for several years in the archive of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you held a high position, in the former Insurance, you were head of the Branch, etc.”
– “Yes, it is true, you have a crime on your back.”
– “The crimes that you have committed against innocent people, there is no way that they were left behind.”
– “Yes, you are right, I also followed your father in the mountains, if we had caught him, we would have killed him.”
– “Do you have heirs (children)”? I told him.
– “Ehh, I had two sons, one was drowned, the other was driven mad, I saw a man with a black bag on his arm, with books, he is my son”. “You,” he addressed me, “you are doing well, you have suffered a lot.”
– “I’m sorry; I’m answering you, because I behave well. I am doing well because I trusted God, you are in this situation because you trusted the devil.
– “I would like to stay with you, because you are a good man, because I know you well as a family, but I’m leaving because I don’t feel well. I did well, we’ll see each other again, because I want to talk to you, because I know a lot of things”, he told me.
He stood up, barely dragging his feet. I looked at him with pity; he had tied his pants with string. The next meeting was not possible, after a short time, he passed away. Memorie.al
