From Lek Pervizi
Memorie.al / After the arrest and separation from the younger brother, Aris, all the way to the Interior Branch, the officers had not exchanged a word with Genci, who was among them, who had drawn their revolvers and kept them at bay. The car, a “Fiat” 1100, after a few minutes stopped in front of the entrance of the branch, where two policemen came and took him by the arm, hands tied, straight inside the apartment. That’s where Lieutenant Mit’hati intervened, who, as he told the police, took off his handcuffs and took him upstairs, where they opened a door and pushed him inside.
“You stay here, dog son of dog”! Genci, as he entered, looked around and in a corner he saw several layers where a man was sitting, who was slightly raised on his elbow, looking at the newcomer who appeared unknown to him.
“Who are you and why have you been brought here”? Genci did not hesitate and answered him correctly.
– “My name is Genc Pervizi, I don’t know why they brought me to this room”.
– “Aren’t you the son of General Perviz?” Come here because you will be freezing cold. I am a friend of your family, my name is Syrja Selfo”.
When he found out whom it was, Genci approached him. Syrjaj і opened a place to get under the covers. Genci took off his coat and lay down next to Surjaj, where he recovered a bit. They talked all the time with each other, exchanging thoughts about their situation.
The Sellfon eye, they kept him isolated in that room for more than a year. They allowed him various food items and packs of cigarettes, even “Camel” which was sold in the shop with foreign currency. It was a rich family, and Syrjaj, although a prisoner did not suffer from the necessities of life. There was, therefore, a special treatment, as he told Genci:
“I found out what he found you. As long as you’re with me, don’t worry that nothing will be missing. Don’t be surprised. They’re giving me this treatment because I was childhood friends with Enver.” Then the conversation had moved on to the reasons for Genci’s arrest and imprisonment. When Syrjaj found out how things had gone, he said:
“Blessed is the general, who threw it to these dogs. Or they will not have burst out of anger. Your father was known as a high but brave soldier. With this brave action, he has shown himself in the best way”.
Then Syrjaj, I tell Genci his story. He knew that Genci could think that every Syrjaj here in prison, when he has childhood and school friend Enver Hoxha? This is how he told how he had continued elementary school with Enver in Gjirokastër, and then they had finished the French High School in Korça. Consequently, they had gone to Paris, for higher university studies with state scholarships. Syrjaj had not received a scholarship. His family was wealthy and they were able to afford school and living expenses themselves.
– “Enveri did not follow his studies and used the scholarship for his own pleasure. Handsome and charming, he had adventures with women. And he found a hotel owner, 35 years old, who took him as his lover. This is how he provided food and sleep for all time. He broke up with that woman because she was having a relationship with another woman. It was bad, because his scholarship was also cut, because he had not attended the university for two years. I helped him as much as I could. A friend appeared (says brother-in-law Bahri Omari), who secured a job for him at the Albanian Consulate in Belgium, where the Honorary Consul was a Dutch diplomat. But even here I don’t know what he did and he was fired from that job and he returned to Albania.
– Besides me as a youth friend, it was my brother-in-law Bahri Omari who supported and helped him. So he was assigned as a teacher at the French High School in Korçë and there he entered the circle of intellectuals”.
He did not suffer from vital needs. There was, therefore, a special treatment, as Genci said:
– “Thus, during the Italian occupation, he was taken as an organizer of the Communist Party, until he managed to be elected as its secretary, and he was put in the leadership of the National Liberation War, enjoying the protection and help of Bahri Omar and myself. There are several thousand Napoleons, the gold I gave him, as aid for the War. I had provided him with two apartments for his hidden activity. Of course, we were also against the Italian and German occupation. I normally met with him several times as good friends. But how did he reward all these good things that came from his Girokastrites?
He shot Bahri, and as you see, he allowed me to be arrested and imprisoned. Why, what do you say, doesn’t he know where I am?! I know very well. As you can see, they treat me well from his word. But the pear has its tail behind, and I am very pessimistic about my future. He is a very bad guy and camouflaged. It’s cruel. He showed it openly with Bahri. Now it’s my turn. Only God knows what happens to me.”
Genci had listened attentively and was right. No one else could know Enver better than Syrjaj.
They left Genci comfortably for a few days without telling him anything, and then the investigators took him. Who were these investigators? But the hand of the criminals themselves, those who had arrested him, Skënder Kosova and Lieutenant Mit’hati.
– “Does Genc know why we called you”? Skenderi spoke to him while handing him a cigarette. Genci accepted, to see where he wanted to go.
– “You studied abroad, in Italy, where you graduated from the School of Aviation. This honors you. We want to get along with you better. We understand that fatherly love pushed you to help your father. This is natural. How do you say”? Genci understood their ploy, to put it in parenthesis, but he pretended to listen carefully to their words.
– “Okay,” he said, “you give me the right, but I had no choice but to act differently, when he asked me for help, in those difficult moments. I could not leave him in the mud and at the mercy of fate.”
– “Agreed up to this point. But we want to know who else got involved in this matter, besides the four of you, and who were and who his friends in Tirana are. Also tell us where he was sheltering in the mountain. That’s it. And we will remain friends”.
Genci understood that the investigation would begin according to the well-known method of ill-treatment and torture. He didn’t give himself away but he was forced to answer.
– “You yourself told me that I studied abroad, and as a result I don’t know anyone in Albania and I don’t know who my parent’s friends might be in Tirana or elsewhere. As for where he took refuge in the mountains, I don’t know any locals, I have no contact with them, I have never set foot in those areas”.
– “So? You don’t know anything?! And who are you telling those things to?! Now the treatment of you changes. You asked for it yourself. We invited you as a cultured and reasonable person. Here you are, you will show us with it well, here we are going to make you vomit everything you keep hidden in your stomach”, said the captain.
– “I don’t know anyone, and you can do whatever you want because I don’t say half a word.”
At this moment, captain Skenderi was not restrained and squeezed Genci’s palm with all the force he had, which made him fall from the bench. Mit’hati, on his part, kicked him. There began a brutal beating on Genci’s body, we already laid him on the ground, at the mercy of the executioners.
– “Tell me, we’ll take the soul out”, shouted the captain, and called the two policemen who were standing at the door. “Coddle this sworn enemy properly,” it was said, “until he accepts our terms.”
The police pounced on Genci and crushed him, kicking him in metal-studded shoes and punching him, leaving him lying dead on the floor of the cell. “Take this carrion and throw it in his room.” Lieutenant Mit’hati ordered.
The policemen dragged Genci to the room where they threw him like a sack of rags. Genci lay there, unable to move due to the fierce beating. Then Syrjaj, he was taken and took him like that and put him on the mattress.
“Where are his friends in Tirana? Also, tell us where he was staying in the mountains. That’s it. And we will remain friends.”
Helpless as he was, he passed out in a deep sleep.
That night passed, and by morning, Genci had come to his senses a little. We crippled his body, how could it be worse. Syrjaj came to his aid again, barely feeding him milk and putting a cigarette to his lips. After some time, Genci was able to talk to me and told Syrjaj how the work had gone.
– “Don’t accept in any way speak to me, quote me any name. Then you are finished. I know the mug of these beasts”.
Genci only nodded his approval because he didn’t have the strength to speak. Syrjaj’s noble behavior had given him courage, and from there in the evening, he was able to exchange some words with him. The genci told him that if he were to be belted for life, not a word would come out of his mouth.
This was just the beginning. After leaving him comfortably for two or three days, they took him and tortured him with all kinds of animal methods. Among other things, since it was freezing cold, they stripped him to his underwear and tied him to the stairs as if we were crucified and wet him with water, leaving him there all night, which was freezing. When they threw him into the room, he was nowhere to be found and his teeth were clenched so tightly that Syrjaj, wanting to give him a drink of milk, barely opened it, using the tail of the spoon as a lever, at the risk of breaking his teeth. .
A fact that came to light later, was that the other three, Ndue Lleshi and Llazi Sterjo, as well as Mrs. Marta Doda, had not accepted by mentioning other names, no matter how much they had tortured them. This was a surprise even for the investigators. When it came to Genci’s comfort, they didn’t torture him anymore. They had realized that nothing was coming from him. But what happened? They began to interrogate Syrjana. At first he did not touch it with his hand. The goal was for him to tell about Enver Hoxha, who was his close friend all his life.
Who did he date in Paris, Albanian or foreigner? Was there any connection? How he behaved morally. Have you helped him before? Yes, in Albania, with whom he was associated. Who supported him? How many napoleons of gold did you give him, the rest profka. What was that? Why? Syrjaj had not accepted and said nothing. At that time, the investigators had gone through continuous torture. Always at night. Syrjaj vented with Genci. He did not understand what they wanted to get out of him? What was Enveri doing in the middle of this? He did not fall into that matter.
It was probably an internal party war, where they wanted to discredit Enver; or the intervention of the Yugoslavs, who controlled the whole situation and wanted to find a reason to eliminate Enver?! Was it a game of Koçi Xoxa, who made the law in the Security agencies? This remained a mystery. Syrjaj had been tortured and treated cruelly. Surprisingly, the help did not stop, but they gave the family members the understanding that they continued to treat him well. Meanwhile, Syrjaj began not to be himself, but to go into a phase of madness.
The tortures were so severe. It was Genci who came to his aid, feeding him milk and other food, like a child. It got to the point that Syrjajn, when they brought him to the room, tied him to the radiator and left him there the whole time. Genci, tried to serve and soothe. Syrjaj already, he was not at all himself. One day, when they brought him there and tied him to the radiator, the officers said to Genci:
– “Look, Genc, now and again, you will answer for him.”
– “What? I answer for it? No way! I only answer for myself. I don’t take responsibility for the lives of others.” Genci was forced to speak like that, because it was understood that Syrjaj was at the last moment, and if the expected evil happened, they would charge him with responsibility. It was understood that he could not endure those tortures any longer. Gernci had found that Syrjana was subjected to inhumane tortures that were more severe than what he himself had gone through. Why? This will remain a mystery!
With Genci’s objection, do you want them to remove him from there and lock him up and isolate him in a separate cell! They gave up on torture and kept him isolated with bread and water.
Before he parted from Syrjaj, he had hugged him, giving him courage. Syrjaj came to his senses a little, thanked him, saying goodbye that I don’t believe we will see each other again in this world.
After a few days that Genci had been taken out for personal needs, due to the carelessness of the guard, what happened to him in passing? Under the stairs, Syrjaj’s lifeless body had been thrown. What does it look like that night, what was left of the inhuman torture?! Desolate Eye! A man so noble and courageous, who did not submit to cruel treatment and cruel torture. And why? This would remain a mystery all the time…!
Word spread that he had been shot. Not true at all. Genci was a factual witness who, he knew very well how; he was strangled in the cells of that damned Shallvare Branch, in the center of Tirana. Humiliation fell on Enver Hoxha, who did not lift a finger to save him. But also the opposite, he could have given the order to treat him like that, to see what everyone would say and do about him. The brother-in-law, Bahri Omar, had disappeared directly, by shooting him.
As for Syrjana, he eliminated him in such a way that the burden would not remain on him, allegedly that it had happened without his knowledge from the intrigues of Koçi Xoxes, on whom many crimes were dismissed, despite the fact that the dictator Enver himself had a hand in them Hoxha. Syrjaj went as a sacrificial sacrifice to the idol of communism, and better than that, as a sacrifice to the dictator, to this farce man, worshiped as an idol by his followers, and what an idol, a true bloody god.
Note: This is the truth of how the late Syrja Selfo ended, from a genuine witness who shared prison with him, such as Genc Pervizi. What is given by Enver Hoxha himself, that Syrjaj was convicted by a court and shot, is a disgusting fiction, to justify the death of his friend, who was left in the hands of the executioners who tortured him. This note is worth to understand well, how that man ended up, with such a strong and unbreakable character. The story taken from my brother, Genc Pervizi, is given for the first time, as the unmasking evidence of the crimes of communism and of the bloodthirsty dictator himself, who sacrificed even his relatives, friends and well-wishers, who had helped and supported him sincerely and , with all good faith. But as Shakespeare says, “There is nothing more bitter than ingratitude”, even more so when it is rewarded with crimes.
Before he was separated from Syrjaj, he had hugged him giving him courage. Syrjaj came to his senses a little, thanked him while saying goodbye, saying: “I don’t believe we’ll see each other again in this world”. Memorie.al
