Artur Thomaraj, originally from Vlora, grew up and lives today in Elbasan.
35 years ago, he met his wife Luljeta, whom he fell in love with as soon as he saw her. The life of young people would not be the easiest, but despite the trials of poverty, they managed to create a warm family.
Arturi lived with both his parents and his wife. The flower suffered from asthma, and also had difficulties with bringing up children.
Twice they rejoiced with children, and twice they experienced their loss because they could not survive.
It took 5 years for the house to come to life, with the birth of their eldest son, whom they named Enea. Enea was good, he didn't bother his parents, he asked for little and enjoyed everything. The only constant request he had was that his parents give him a brother.
Eight years passed before the second son of the Thomaraj family was born. Enea chose his name, he said we will call him Arlue as a combination of our names: Artur, Luljeta and Enea.
Aeneas and Arlueni were inseparable. As an older brother, Enea took him everywhere with him. They slept in the same room, in the living room. Those were the conditions. After they finished dinner, the living room turned into their bedroom. They spent long hours talking, and sometimes they "disturbed" their parents with their loud laughter at midnight.
When Artur's parents passed away, they were left with 4, the couple with their 2 sons.
Arturi worked as much as he could to create as few conditions as possible for the family. While Luljeta, because she was suffering from asthma and arthritis, stopped working at the hospital as a sanitary worker.
The boys grew up with great responsibility, with compassion for their parents, who worked hard for them.
A few years later, Arthur would suffer a paralysis, which makes it difficult for him to walk and perform many actions. As a result, Enea took the role of the head of the family.
As a young man full of plans and dreams, he wanted to work and help his family, and as the easiest way was emigration. He went to work in Germany, where he stayed for 3 years, until the German state sent him back to Albania, because he did not have a residence permit.
But Aeneas did not give up. He immediately started working in Elbasan, from one factory to another, from one shift to another, and many times several shifts together in order to earn as much as possible and help his sick parents.
Arturi told us that Enea never bothered them, everyone in the neighborhood loved him and helped him in every corner. For his father, he was already like a friend, a shoulder to lean on. Enea was the one who sent his mother to the hospital for treatment, the one who held his father by his arm to go down the stairs and drink morning coffee together. The one who spent as much time as possible with his brother, who told him to get an education, that he would be there to work for everyone together.
Everything in this family changed, on a summer night of July 14, 2024. Enea and Alueni were out in the evening, when their parents asked them to return home, because it was night, it was late, and he wondered how he could leave them alone without returning. the boys at home.
The brothers returned, met the parents who went to sleep in their room and the boys stayed in the living room. After constant conversations, and spending time on mobile phones, everyone laid down on their couch that they used as a bed.
That day Enea had not felt well. He felt a concern without understanding why. I woke up gloomy, maybe the heat - he said, because it was one of those hottest summer days. But the evening found him troubled again. While he was sleeping, he fell asleep and took the direction to go to the toilet. The door was closed because his brother was there. Enea is waiting in the corridor, it was 02:14 at night, the parents were asleep, everything was quiet. The silence that was shaken by a noise equal to that of 20 flashes together, says Arturi. And then silence.
A door opens strongly, it was Arlueni the brother, who calls out as loud as he could: Laliii, as he always called them.
A door had fallen on Aeneas' face. It was the main gate of the house. What was closed a few hours ago, to signal that now everyone was at home, that the family was together, that another day passed and they could sleep peacefully, inside that house that Arturi built with more difficulty.
Now that door stood above Aeneas. A powerful tritole attack, placed at the front door of the neighbors, tragically struck the innocent Aeneas, cutting everything in between. From that night on, there was no more sleep for the Thomaraj family.
The parents woke up shocked, not understanding what was happening. On the ground was their son, covered in blood. Now the door of the house was open, split in the middle, now nothing was safe for them. After that day, 3 months passed where Enea would stay in the hospital.
At first he managed to be conscious, but his parents say that until the last minutes of his life, he could not understand what happened to him. What was that event that unjustly took his life, at the age of 29, leaving half his love, family, work, conversation with his brother, his mother's hospital visit, the coffee he was going to drink the next day with his father, his friends who were waiting for him to come out.
Enea passed away 3 weeks ago, after fighting in the hospital for 3 months. After saying the last words to my mother: I'm fine...
He passed away, leaving behind the greatest pain in this family. Weighing down the souls of the parents who were the pillar of the house, and the brother who was the companion of life.
Everything could have been thought of by this family, but never the death of Aeneas. He caught them so unprepared that they didn't even have the money to do the wedding ceremony.
From the moment Aeneas passed away, Arturi has never left the house, and the only day he has gone out is today...
Now in the Thurmaraj family the doors of the mortuary have been opened, many people go in and out of that door, to give him a warm hug, to express a consolation, but the eyes of the parents and the brother stay on the door.
It seems as if from moment to moment he will return, he will come from work, he will hug you and tell you if you need anything. But if they knew you would be gone so soon, they would have told him that the only one we need is YOU.
Artur Thomaraj in the studio of "For the Albanians": I open the door and look and they put a handkerchief over my nose so that I wouldn't faint, I loved Enean very much, I couldn't separate him from myself. The other guy opened the door, shouted, we were asleep me and the bride, with all the strength he had he pushed the bride and got up to go to the sofa, the emergency was delayed because he mixed up the address, the police came quickly, disaster, blood from the ears, the mouth , noses.
The situation in my family is very difficult, we open the door because this is the custom and I wait with my eyes on the door whether someone is coming or not. that we don't know what to do differently. Today I received a pension of 227,000, I have this pension forever, but will I get that much? The bride is a municipal pensioner, she has 4 illnesses, they are for washing the lights that we never leave. I needed the funeral money. I opened a Go Found, my niece opened it but they didn't need them, we haven't withdrawn them and people have found out who and who helped me. It's all about the future and my bride, I'm no longer capable.