
To overthrow the government, they are burning the city. To punish the government, they are destroying the property of ordinary people. And they call this a protest.
Trash cans are burned, traffic lights are uprooted, institutions are attacked, and businesses are set on fire. I'm reminded of the famous line from the movie: "What happened to the bridge?"
What about the traffic lights? What about the kiosks? Is Rama hiding inside a store, between the cash register and the counter?
Anger at the government may be legitimate. But no amount of anger gives you the right to set fire to someone else's property. Protest is right, vandalism is a crime. Whoever confuses them is not fighting the government, but terrorizing the citizen.
Businesses are not government offices. They are the sweat of people who have saved for years to provide for their families.
An old man had built a kiosk at the entrance to Durrës Street, with money he had saved throughout his life. He had not won any tenders, he had not built any towers. He had built a kiosk, just enough to feed his family. Today they set it on fire. The old man with gray hair watched the kiosk burn and cried like a child. Tears filled my eyes. He was not crying for Rama or Berisha. He was crying for his life, which was turning to ashes before his eyes. He begged the police to come. But there was no policeman nearby.
Meanwhile, the Director General of Police stated that law enforcement was protecting citizens and businesses.
Director, where was this protection? At your microphone or at the burning kiosk? The police cannot prevent every act of violence, but they must explain what they did to stop it. If there were not enough forces, why? If intervention was impossible, why? If there was negligence, who is responsible? Statements do not extinguish the flames nor do they return the citizen's life savings.
But police responsibility does not absolve the vandal. On the contrary, protesters who attack businesses and destroy the city cannot hide behind popular anger. Whoever throws stones at the police, burns property or attacks a store must bear individual responsibility. He is not a hero because he carries an opposition flag and he does not become a revolutionary because he uproots a traffic light.
The government can continue its work, the leaders can leave in their cars, while the city remains with the damage and the people with the losses. The old man at the kiosk will not receive any compensation from the protesters' cheers. Nor will he feed his family with their slogans.
And here is the great deception: they say they are fighting for the people, while burning the people's property. They say they are seeking justice, while denying it to a citizen who has done nothing to them.
If this is a war against the government, why should an old man who has neither power nor guilt pay the bill?
The police must be held accountable for the protection that was not guaranteed. The vandals must be held accountable for the destruction they caused. And the protest organizers must clearly distance themselves from the violence, not use it as a backdrop for their political spectacle. In protecting the government building, the police were on standby and did not allow the protesters to touch it.
But I would have preferred to see this building set on fire, rather than the old man's kiosk. In other words, the police should have lined up in front of that kiosk and other kiosks, shops, banks, or any kind of business. Of course, I am not for burning down institutions, neither the government nor the ministries. It was simply my preference metaphorically.
Because a protest is not measured by the number of stones thrown, but by the strength of the demands it makes. When you destroy a city in the name of saving it, you are not a liberator. You have become part of the problem. In the flames that have engulfed the capital and other cities, the prime minister cannot resemble Nero, who played the lyre when Rome burned. He needs an urgent reflection.
And in the end, the film's joke remains, more relevant than ever: "What happened to the bridge?" What happened to the old man's kiosk?
He had no power, no tenders, nothing. He only had a kiosk to feed his family.
The government may not fall from the protests. But the old man fell to his knees in front of the burnt kiosk. And no revolutionary slogan will ever get him back on his feet.
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