Prime Minister Edi Rama also reacted to the protests in his weekly notes, warning about the risk of manipulation by algorithms and false narratives.
He called on citizens to verify the facts and not fall prey to political interests that, according to him, are hidden behind environmental causes.
Edi Rama's full statement:
I want to start this notebook with a story written by one of the greatest masters of world literature, Stendhal, who gave an extraordinary character, Fabrice del Dongo, one of the most impressive and tragic disappointments in the history of literature.
Fabrice del Dongo was a young man intoxicated by the legend of Napoleon, who set off for Waterloo with his heart on fire.
In his imagination, the battle was the scene where history writes about heroes, where honor is won by courage and where man rises above himself and he dreams of glory, dreams of greatness, dreams of participating in an unforgettable epic and of course dreams of his own brilliance. He believes that he will touch with his hand what until then he had only dreamed of, but when he arrives at Waterloo, everything collapses. In front of him there is nothing of the beauty of the dream. There is mud, smoke, dust, screams, the smell of blood, open wounds, severed legs, shattered heads, people who are killed and do not understand anything.
Soldiers fleeing as terrified as those attacking, and the why loses every chance of getting an answer. An imaginary heroism dissolves in the chaos of brutal reality. The romantic dream of history collides with real history. And history reminds us of exactly this. Not how dangerous it is to have ideals. Having ideals is extraordinary, it is healthy, it is the good energy that drives you forward, but the dangerous thing is to let ideals be built on illusions or, worse yet, to leave them in the hands of those who can become your hostage takers.
Because then, when the dream no longer becomes a light that helps you understand the world, but a curtain that prevents you from seeing it, it is no longer a dream, it is a nightmare, and this is both the nightmare and the curse of our era, where illusions are no longer produced only by propaganda or fanaticism as they once were, but they are also produced in the space of freedom, with the limitlessness of the possibility to select and multiply by algorithms, which have no interest in the truth, but only in our attention, false narratives, wrong paths, and painful collapses of illusions.
The more anger, the more fear, the more shock, the more the illusion is dispelled that, little by little, by detaching oneself from reality, man, in the reality curated by the algorithm, can change the world, can destroy what prevents him from being happy. He can make a dreamy leap without judging the facts anymore, but rather a version of the facts that is served to him over and over again, over and over again, on the screen of his mobile phone. Without necessarily following the truth, but becoming part of a story constructed for him, edited, amplified and surrounded by others as part of something that makes you think that you are experiencing the embodiment of your conviction shared with many others and suddenly you are no longer alone.
That is why even today there are many people who come out to protest with sincere convictions, like there are here not far from where I am speaking, people who sincerely think that by coming out to protest they are protecting nature, they are protecting flamingos, they are protecting a treasure that belongs to everyone. Everything is noble and legitimate and deserves a lot of respect as a goal, but are they protecting them from whom? Are they protecting them from me, are they protecting them from us? Because nature, the protection of nature, protected areas, the ban on illegal hunting, the ban on deforestation, we have had the leitmotif and we have the leitmotif of our work. And therefore, simply, my call is that, with respect for the motive, the obligation to verify the facts should not be excluded. Because when emotion is fueled by half-truths, by images taken out of context, by slogans that circulate faster than evidence, by an algorithm that always rewards what shocks, not what explains, then idealism, the sincere desire, the need to express oneself in a community, turns into an instrument, an instrument in the hands of those who have completely different interests.
The man thinks he is protecting the flamingos, that he is protecting Zvërnec, that he is protecting Albania, while he is protecting the interests of someone else, for whom the interests of Albania have no value.
Man thinks he is fighting for something very noble, while he has become a soldier in a battle that is in fact no longer his own. Like Fabrice del Dongo, he enters the battlefield attracted by the magnet of a noble dream and slowly risks discovering too late that the battle he was involved in was not what he had believed and the lesson of Fabrice del Dongo is not to give up on dreams, it is not to give up on the noble desire to be a soldier of nature, to be a volunteer in defense of biodiversity, to be a voice, an activist in search of the most perfect harmony between nature and development.
On the contrary, it is not to allow the dream to become stronger than the truth and, by becoming fanatical, to destroy the possibility of cooperation with the facts and with others who you will not see who think like you. They want the same thing that you want.
Flamingos do not need crowds carried away by algorithmic hysteria and driven by other interests that are not at all our interests, are not at all Albania's interests, in a globalized battle, not because the world suddenly woke up alarmed about the fate of flamingos, but because the world moved a major battle against the President of America to Narta for reasons that have nothing to do with Narta and all this hatred and this rage, and this anger that is political, ideological, whatever you want, reasons that do not interest us, created the conditions for another channel to open, an imaginary revolution for those who mistakenly thought that the sea had become sour for the rusty spoon of their political careers or for their new parties, which very quickly became old, small, who want to grow by throwing stones, hiding their hands, sticking out one hand, covering another hand.
I am here, we are here to do together the best for Albania, for nature, for Zvërnec, for flamingos, but to cooperate with reality, not outside of reality. To share the facts together and not to fly into a territory where facts have no value. And above all to discuss a project, which is not yet ready and to deal with how the project can become as excellent as possible and not to overthrow it, while it is still in the process of being born.
I believe that this note, or rather this entry in this notebook, is enough to call the notebook closed for today, because everything else you have learned from other news sources, if you have learned it, but even if you haven't learned it yet, is less important than the introduction to Fabrice del Dongo.
What is the Battle of Waterloo:
The Battle of Waterloo (originally called by the Prussians the Battle of the Belle-Alliance and by the French the Battle of Mont Saint-Jean) was a battle fought during the War of the Seventh Coalition, on 18 June 1815, between the French army led by Napoleon Bonaparte and the Prussian troops of Marshal Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher, allied with the British troops of the Duke of Wellington.
The fact that the term "Waterloo" has entered common usage as a synonym for sensational defeat (to suffer a Waterloo is to suffer a defeat) marks the historical dimension of the event: this was a matter of Napoleon's last battle, sanctioning his final defeat, which would be followed by his exile to Saint Helena.