By Gëzim Llojdia
Memorie.al / Narta are the village that is connected to the lagoon. Fish is caught in the dajlan, eels are caught to be splashed in the hands. The vineyards of Narta have the cream of the wine, which will take your brain. Red wine, brusko, spicy. Mihal Papa’s family had planted 560 olive trees in this country for many years, had 40 dynym of land, a two-story house inhabited by 3 sons and four daughters. Thus, Narta is this birthplace with lush vineyards, suffocated by greenery, the island of Zvrnec, lagoons with living things, distant evenings. Wait, she was born here, who went to be cured and returned and found death in her place. The insurance files were inspired, distorting the truth, instilling fear, anxiety, but the truth that the natives know is the truth of its extinction. She was on the death list the day she complained, because the regime did not look kindly on intellectuals.
Leaving Albania
His name was Harikli Papa. The beautiful 9-year-old girl, like a plum, seven-legged, walking like a bird and with crystal eyes, weaved dreams of happiness, but she got cold from the bad winter and ended up in Italy, to escape the disease, by her father’s side.
In Bergamo, with his friend Giacomo, Harikli found refuge for 26 years. With the beginning of the War, communication was interrupted. During these years, Harikli grows up, is formed, and when Xhakomo sees her grown up, he mobilizes all his finances, so that the Albanian girl, exhausted by the cold, can recover and get an education. She never stops believing that her homeland, the homeland that was once at war, would be freed and she would return to her homeland.
Harikli studies French and Italian, meanwhile the War is over. The girl did not know that in Albania, her father had suffered the fate of expropriation, so as not to interrupt the girl’s beam, which was on the verge of extinction; he decided not to tell her anything.
In 1950, through the information office, after 7 years, the girl answered. She was also 15 years old, with heavenly happiness. The answer illuminates the war-torn path.
“I’m located in Bergamo, don’t worry”
In the meantime, she found shelter with the nuns. The intellectual wealth of this beautiful girl, the spiritual depth have made her to be preferred among others and appointed as a teacher in the village of Gazinuk in Bergamo.
During this time, the family restores correspondence and misses their daughter, asks her to return to her homeland.
She replies that she has a lot of time that she dreams and is excited. In 1960, the navy officer meets in Padua, Italy, with the authorization of the parents and with the approval of both parties, the girl returns to her hometown. Her beauty, rich soul, began to set in motion, not only her birthplace, the fabulous country with the island, but Dajlan, which the regime had surrounded with barbed wire.
The return of the beautiful
Combed hair parted in the middle, her voice full of charm with kindness in her eyes, wearing a white dress with black dots, with a rich spiritual world, this was the sister when she arrived in Narta, on the evening of September 1961 “, says Hariklit’s brother. The villagers welcomed her out of curiosity; it was the first time that a village girl came from across the sea, after a 20-year absence.
The first thing he did was Jakomo’s order: “As far as we know, the communists rule there, if you feel bad, you should be photographed lying down”!
And so she did. It came out flat, reflecting the regime’s sun long covered by black clouds, like wine in a glass.
But could God be locked inside the four walls?!
The brother says that Hariklit said: “Unpleasant things happen here, which I can’t watch, I’d rather die. Outside Italy it was a different world. How will we fare”?
In September, she started working as a teacher at the Halim Xhelo high school at the entrance of the city. He would return from school and shut himself inside the four cold walls of the house. The beauty during this time had abstracted a serious state of mind.
“Why was I out, I was guilty…”?!
After her arrival in Narta, the State Security began surveillance. Data was focused on her file. One morning, she is called by the head of the Interior Department who was waiting for her after school, who asks her to become an associate of the State Security.
In fact, putting pressure on her, the president asked her to be a collaborator, to observe the Vatican, because it was suspected that, after coming from Italy, she had taken refuge with the nuns who took care of people in need. No doubt it had something to do with the Vatican.
That same evening, Harikli Papa told his father that he is at a crossroads that he cannot act outside of his conscience that he is ashamed and sorry, because in the world they do not deal with these things, which are proposed to him by the Security the Albanian state!
-“I am religious, in the sense that I believe and in the gospel it is said that I should not harm others, that this is a great sin that is punished by God. I am kneaded with this dough and it cannot do otherwise”.
Harikli Pope decides without any hesitation, in the answer: NO! For revenge, the State Security prepares the minexyra, its destruction and plans its tragic murder.
Chronicle of a forewarned murder
On August 18, 1965, Harikli Papa, returning alone from school, rode her bicycle as usual. At the turn, near the Mezin Well, a “Skoda” car is hit, from its rear, by a trailer with license plate Dr….! It broke your spine.
In the hospital, he tells his brother Th. Papa, he was not at fault, but a driver had hit him, maybe on purpose…?!
He died within the day, killed by the criminal hand of the State Security, who had condemned him, because he had not cooperated with him.
According to the researcher Fatos Mero Rrapaj, who knew her, it is said that the beauty explained everything to him, told him that: “They look at me with evil eyes, they want to kill me, I’m afraid! You can’t live here, Italy was different”!
The second murder
After his death, the State Security spread the word that “Harikli the Pope was an agent of the Vatican”, but did not complete the assigned mission, therefore the Vatican conspired to kill him. These words spread throughout the province, along with sayings that:
– “Agents who do not carry out the assigned tasks, suffer like this. That’s what religion is, that’s what the Vatican is.”
And to make the frame more complete, a year later, they come to Nartë, to discretize the father of the innocent beauty.
-“We know that your daughter was an agent of the Vatican, and so are you, but we don’t put you in prison because you are scum and our prisons, which are education centers, stink.”
It was hard to believe even at that time that a girl like her, cultured and beautiful, could be an agent. They believed enough and said that: “The Vatican has its own people here in Albania, who does not want our good”.
The State Security had prepared everything well. Meanwhile, the innocent Harikli, without enjoying her youth, was burned for life because she refused to carry out the mission, who was requested by the secret police of the communist regime of Enver Hoxha, which even after her death, tried to forget her grave, but the family that washed his shroud kept the grave clean in the lagoon. However, the most absurd and destructive class struggle was outlined further.
It was still suspected that the beauty was an agent of the Vatican and that the Holy See had physically eliminated her. The secret police of the regime, after the threat, killed the innocent Hariklit. Twice killed, twice innocent. This August, which waits the summer evening, where the setting sun descends on the lagoon, is the thirtieth year from the time of her departure.
The truths brought by family members from Greece (her brother came with her photo in hand) gave the opportunity to reawaken the truth about the beauty of Narta, who was an innocent girl, but was brutally massacred by the State Security. When I asked, once, after the 90s:
-Why not believe that she was sent by the Vatican?
A relative of hers told me: “If that was the case, the Vatican would have been interested in it, but no one came to the lagoon cemetery. At her grave, no monk of that church appeared, and there was no reason. Innocence is buried in her grave. Thus, when the twilights kiss the lagoon and the eel’s splash in the lake, only the angels in the midst visit the grave of an innocent beauty…! Memorie.al
