The greatest luck in life, for an Albanian who wants to know the history of his people, is when, at a young age, he has his destiny in his hands, at least “an article” by the Croatian historian, Milan Shuflaj (Milan Sufflay 1879 – 1931). How does one begin to understand the word “History of Northern Albania”, which was written by that great author of our history, and how does one begin to compare the spiritual feelings that he evokes with his own pen, with the historians of the periods 1925 – 1939 or 1944 – 2012, at once you remembered that you were small, so much so that it seemed to me that you were with some “grandfather”, who took advantage of you and took you to the small puppet theater of the school of friars of Gjuhadoli in Shkodër, where you will see on the old stage of the “Illyricum” high school, some figures since the movement of the hand of the masters of the developed drama towards the Albanian people, now over 80 years, continue with “pleasure” the Balkan circus with ” The Albanian tragedy”…
After the signing of the “Agreement with Pashiq”, in August 1924, at the end of December of the same year, the mannequin Zogolli, equipped with the “virtues” of his uncle, Esad Pasha Toptan, came down from Belgrade to Tirana. After he had given Saint Naumin and made some changes in the border of Vermoshi, a little while ago decided by the Hague Court, so that it would remain for Albania, Zogu would come to the seat of the leader of the Albanian state, he took over and carried out the duties of the Slavic chauvinists, for the denationalization of the homeland and to establish “peace” in the Albanian lands, which were captured by them with murder.
On March 2, 1925, with the help of Çatin Saraçi, he found the doran Baltjon Stambolla, and killed Luigj Gurakuqi in Barit’ Italy, a few days later he handed over to the Albanian state the money he took with him so that the mercenaries, who were entering Tirana in December 1924.
This was not unexpected from Gurakuqi, since the signal was given when Zogu killed Avni Rrustem, but that killing of the brave son of Vlona is also a break in the arm for Bajram Curri, one of the most prominent Albanians of patriotism in all of Ethnic Albania. The figure of Bajram Curri was carved among the mountains and apart from the drained blood of those lands where Nana was born, inside the ribcage beat a heart where the noblest virtues of one of our Albanian men were collected, which is difficult for history to repeat. Not only brave, but brave that no friend can be found, because the strength of that man was formed on the virtue of sacrifice for the country, when slavery had shattered him on the four sides with Hot and Grudő, Kosovo and Çamőri, down to Vorio-Epir.
The ideal of the freedom of the captive homeland had defeated personal interest, the fear of fighting for the lofty goal and selfishness for personal power, qualities that neither recognized nor accepted on its table among the rocks of those caves, where the greatest feast for him was Besa, Burrnia, Bujaria e Malesori Alpe, for whom not only his life did not hurt, but his life was the first that would be given for those Alps.
The generous house where I lay between the boards seemed the greatest luxury to that man, the table of the people of Assisi, in Gjujadoli of Shkodra, where bread from Kolomog with Kelmendi cheese and onions from Drishti were put in front of them like the lovers of their loyal friend. .
There was no shortage of bringing around the men’s assembly of that small “Rozafat” castle, not even the tobacco box where the electors from the province of Sheldija were, because for strong men, the Franciscans were the only ones who strengthened their hearts with bravery. While the man of the mountains put his foot on the lap of that Assembly, he could already feel the voice of the messenger with all the strength he had: “Father, Provincial, Bajram Beg Curri has arrived…!” it was also called that unbreakable “rule” of theirs, where “any friend is expected in the waiting room…”
The rooms of that Assembly were all, without exception, waiting rooms, bread and sleep for Bajram Curri. In Shkodër, he had the Second Cave of Dragobi under the Franciscans.
The last time there, Bajram Curri gave Luigj Gurakuqi his own tobacco box.
Maybe he foresaw that those two will not smoke cigarettes together!
And so it happened. After the murder of Luigj Gurakuqi, on March 2, 1925, Ahmet Zogu, on March 29, would kill the brave Dragobi. And his blood would redden the rocks of Rozafa and drowned in the raging waters of the Drinaz river.
Now it was the turn of the Catholic clergy and Hasan Prishtina.
The Serb, as he remembered that the “Tragedy of Troy of Albania” was taking place…
Perhaps this is the reason that one day, shortly after Shuflaj visited Albania, he was killed! He wrote that the Albanians have ancient autochthonous roots and with an uninterrupted continuity, which shows that the Albanian nation has the ability to be regenerated in an eternal way, just as the Albanians themselves are the authentic stem of the ancient history of the Balkans.
And this did not suit the Slavs. That’s why the branches of this land are cut, so that the more it was pruned, the more it grew and grew like an oak in the middle of the Balkans…
And one of the branches of that eternal oak is the brave Bajram Curri.