Dear and compassionate Bledar Avdia, condolences!
I don't know you and you don't know me. I have not met you and you have not met me. We have already met together in a pain, but not equally. Your pain is immeasurable and my pain is ordinary but also immeasurable. After all, pain has no measurement unit and no scale. Pains only have weight, in the soul.
Dear Bledar, for today, you are the most affected Albanian, the most heartbroken parent, you are my most helpless patriot and for this, I have a pain that I cannot express in words.
You are a parent who has lost the most precious thing in life, the light of your soul and family, your daughter. This is inconsolable. You came to the homeland to respect the homeland proudly and to take from it, what an immigrant may want to take. Choose the southern coast, because you are among those Albanians who love their homeland from edge to edge, centimeter by centimeter. A son like You, can love and worship his country like this, without trick and without calculation. But he got injured. He received a deep piercing in his heart that does not have time to heal and there are no words to relieve him.!!!
Dear Bledar, I am in sorrow like many, many and millions of Albanians, for your pain today. Me, something more.
Because your tragedy happened in my hometown Himare. No one would want it and no one could think of it. You came to the southern edge of the Motherland to enjoy the Albanian landscape and nature in the south of the country. Almost four decades ago, my Father under completely different circumstances and conditions received the same pain and suffered an almost identical tragedy. Then he wrote: "Mandates are coming/ there are no bells/ there are no cuckoos to cry!" Society has remained the same!