By Agim Tuk Jakova
Memorie.al/Vjosa Jakova is the first child of the couple Tuk and Dhimitra Jakova, born in Tirana on March 8, 1946. By nature, female sex, both socially and biologically, is more complex than male sex. Consequently, it is classified as delicate sex. Of the couple’s 4 children, Vjosa lived the longest splendor and contact with her father and also experienced the most painful fall and loss of her father. From a young age and onwards, he read a lot. She was sensitive, seductive, proud and romantic, a character that was cultivated by the artistic literature of the time, where the positive hero was trumpeted. Anyone who wanted and read intensively the literature of that time would try to imitate those characters. This was not a bad thing, but it had a spiritual cost.
In contact with books the reader’s soul gradually grows, becoming more delicate, and also the character perfects. But who was reading at the time? Certainly, those who had family tradition, pupils, students, intellectuals. Vjosa had all these categories. In the society of that time the friends of the book were minority to minority. Although the “friend of the book” was trumpeted and morally stimulated in schools, anyone who stood out after the age of 18 was at risk of becoming a contingent of political prisoners, especially when he was not politically guaranteed. More or less these were the circumstances of the time from where the intellectual layer of time was born and formed. Parallel to the cradle that shook the intellectual layer, there was another cradle. This cradle rocked the layer of anti-intellectual robots being fabricated in the State Security school and the Communist Party school. The elements chosen for these schools were seldom dealt with by the intellectual strata. In this case, those idiots who could not afford any branch of the university entered with friendship. The other contingent was possibly taken from the most lost villages.
This soulless and mindless biological material was indoctrinated with class hatred, lies, deception, forgery, servility, traps, torture and murder. This in the name of loyalty to the “Party” (Enver), ability and professional career. Unfortunately, this produced elements that replaced the seats of power, which were periodically cleaned and refreshed. Of course, what was the spiritual cost of the intellectual in the face of the state biological, anti-intellectual material prepared in the Enver cradle. Like many others, on this common path, our sister Vjosa traveled, with her own spiritual specificity. The few times Vjosa met her father in prison, she cried, also when the party brochures were often read at school, where Tuku was accused of being an “enemy of the people”, she cried again, but within herself. Over the years, Vjosa became an admirable “icon”, not only of the male sex. Beauty, demeanor, character, and being distinguished in lessons, were her values that made her special.
Vjosa finished high school with honors, but was not given the right to study for high school. He was extremely sad. In these circumstances, he addressed Mehmet Shehu, Prime Minister of Albania. With a month delay, he was given the right. He started university in the branch of Chemistry-Biology, living with his uncle Kole Jakova (a well-known writer), because the right to study was given to him for a fee and our economic opportunities could not afford it. This was the most beautiful period of Vjosa’s life. At this time, she began a friendship with a boy, a teacher in the gymnasium of the city of Berat, with the knowledge and approval of her family. Once this boy, informed his family. The reaction was negative, because his intellectual family lived in Tirana. For the time being, this opportunity was admired by all those who did not live in Tirana. The fear of consequences was great. The class war punished the marriage between a family that had political trust with the family of the enemy of the class.
Vjosa was asked to distance herself from the family for these reasons. She refused and the future of this friendship was ruined. Vjosa was disappointed by this boy’s immaturity and instability. She experienced it badly and during the separation. At that time the slogan “The party is the brain and the heart of the people” was propagated. This means that the Party had a monopoly on free feelings and thought. The party decided how to make healthy “political” connections with young people, as well as who had opposing views in mind, although never expressed. In many cases, with the intervention of the party, many families have been destroyed, even with spiritual consequences for the children. After ten months, without being relieved by the first spiritual blow, Vjosa received the second spiritual blow, which was fatal. In the early summer of 1967, Vjosa completed his third year of university. At that time, students and high schools went into action in the summer for the construction of the Rogozhina-Fier railway. The faculty of Vjosa was located in Mbrostar, around Fier.
It so happened that at the beginning of the summer, political elections were held for the People’s Assembly, which is known to be one-party. For several months, after Enver Hoxha’s speech, the situation worsened for the “enemies of the class”. Purges and expulsions from the university began, in cases where the class struggle was softened. At university, many study rights were cut off. The right given to Vjosa was signed by Prime Minister Mehmet Shehu. How to do it? “The saw was stuck in the nail”! In any case, ways had to be found to remove him from university studies, without making him “hostile” to the Prime Minister’s firm. The solution was found by the “ustallar” comrades of the secret service, ie the State Security. At that time, a few days before the voting, you received a ballot paper, which had the voting number, etc. Vjosa took that leaflet and put it in the book he was reading. This book was not touched by anyone but her.
They slept in a tent like a silo, where for about ten hours, it was open and without anyone inside. The afternoon before election day, Vjosa saw that the ballot paper was missing. He searched but did not find it. Concerned she called the action command. The reaction was extremely fierce. Previously, they called him “enemy”. Asked for another ballot to vote. They did not give it to him, they deliberately left him without voting, to have an argument, to judge and punish him. That was the solution given by the Enverist Intelligence Service. Who dared then not to go to the polls, much less to vote against? The right to study gained so willingly and can, as well as the dreams for the future that you build from this right, no student or anyone else, could destroy them for a vote without any value, no matter how opposed. Even if you wanted to, you had no chance, even, the voting had to be done within the first two hours after the opening of the voting. The delay was seen as crooked and recorded.
The next day at 6 o’clock under the rhythm of revolutionary drums and songs the polling station opened. Everyone hurried, to be present before this hour, dancing in hand-to-hand dance. This rite, advertisement and refrain, painted, was the prototype makeup in all the polling stations of the country. It was make-up, that wanting to show devotion, joy and happiness, disguised the spiritual truth of the students. Vjosa waited anxiously and scared to give him the opportunity to vote. That piece of paper would tragically change her life. The day after the vote, a model trial was held to declare Vjosa an “enemy.” In the ‘Red Corner’ filled with participants and the ‘judge’ stood the accused standing. The trial, led by M.B., lasted 4-5 hours. Endless time filled with pressure, screams, interpretations and accusations that destroyed every feminine, naive, 21-year-old reason! M.B. he “ripped off the mask”, portrayed the real face of the “enemy” by putting “horns”, “cannibal teeth”, “tail” etc.
Terrified by this cannibalism of this security, by this crazy, specialized fantasy, capable of making a mule pregnant, Vjosa, disfigured by this swamp, closed her ears and stammered: – “Mama, where are you, help me, where am I? so”?! Why this trial?! Today more than half of the population does not vote. This act is considered the right of the individual and has no consequences. In that system, the individual in the face of party spirit and insurance career ambitions, was the rag. In closing, M. B., shouted to Vjosa: – “Gaz” (the car that made the arrests) is waiting for you outside! You will go to prison, o to psychiatry”! Vjosa in open panic, calling her mother for help, ran towards the tent where she slept. He covered his head and legs so as not to be seen, but he could not close his eyes, because the silhouette of the security guard in a suit and half-sun, which terrorized him, appeared in front of his eyes.
I, Agimi, Vjosa’s brother, worked in Patos and the usual walk of that time, I did in Fier, where there was activity from the student activists. There we met Vjosa. About 2 to 3 days after this incident, on a walk, I met Tamara (uncle’s daughter), who told me that I should take Vjosa and take her home to Berat, because she was not well. I left the meeting for the next morning. The morning dawned cloudy with rain. Vjosa saw me from a distance and ran towards me. He rested his head on my chest, as if to ask for help. The whole trembled. I was surprised, that I did not know the reason. Upon arriving home, Vjosa covered the window of the room with a blanket, creating complete darkness. He closed the door with the table behind him, fell on the bed and covered himself upside down. Poor thing! He was so frightened that he remembered that this way he would escape the punishment of the security guard who had said to him: “O in prison, O in psychiatry”! Unfortunately, at that time, in Berat, there was a lack of spiritual and mental medical service. So, there was no psychiatrist. To minimize and heal the damage of this trauma, contact with a psychologist was needed.
After two weeks my mom calls me. Vjosa had to be cured. The trauma, without being cured, had proceeded. The Berat hospital gave us the ambulance and an accompanying nurse. The request was made in the morning, the ambulance arrived late in the evening. The escort was experienced in all directions and of course supervised and enforced to the end the unenforced insurance sentence. Vjosa got into the ambulance, convinced that we would go to the Health Center, to do sedatives. As he saw that the center was left behind, he became irritated. The companion made them soothing. After that I slept in my arms, until we arrived at the Tirana Hospital, around one o’clock at night. The companion came down to give the assignments. There was no doctor on duty. They were final year neuropsychiatry students. Suddenly, the next day, the competent certified and responsible doctors came to diagnose him, took Vjosa by force and put him in an electric shock. From the screams of Vjosa and mama, the hospital was perverted. While the pseudo-doctors and companion were dealing with Vjosa, I held Mom. After the silence fell inside the electric shock room, the door opened, for the attendant to come out. The Vjosa was lying flat on the ground. They spat out of his mouth and stammered… “mama, mama”. Mom had rested her head on my chest, crying. Luckily, he was on his back from the horrible look. This scene was the only one I saw. “Bravo insurance kept his word! God bless Tuesday”! The attendant motioned for us to the car. “The massacre was carried out successfully and with partisanship.”
That night we stopped in Durrës at my uncle, Filipi. We needed love and comfort. The Calvary of the Vjosa then continued tragically. Mom studied and insisted a lot, in a treatment and cure as effective as possible. Thanks to her, the final degradation of my sister was stopped, but it remained an “discovered grave” for us. The tripartite commission declared “invalids with loss of consciousness, due to persecution”. If it were not for Tuk Jakova’s daughter, or if class warfare and genocide had not been waged with the orientation of up to 7 generations, Vjosa and many others would have been normal people. An indemnity law was made. This category was not included. I say “uncovered grave”, that this category is worse than a blind one. In addition to the services that a blind person wants, these should be followed at every step of the distance, do not burn the house carelessly, do not misuse it when it comes out for air, do not crush cars, or commit suicide! Communication and cost are difficult. Thus, it conditions your life and kills your freedom.
There are no fair laws with soul-picking people and the thief state. When the law came out, I had the opportunity to meet the Minister of Justice, Mr. Nishani. Among other things, I said: – “In the case of my sister, Vjosa, mother and family, cannot say and leave behind, that if you are left alone, or realize that you have become pregnant, you have the luxury to end life. She does not have this luxury”! Ai u prek. What would he do with the law? Lawmakers had to be disabled consciences lost from persecution. This is impossible. Despite all this, the legislators had one thing in common with the victims, they had no conscience. What if there was no lawyer for them? “State”?! … Life sentence for families!!!! /Memorie.al