"Alpha" articles on Albania
The following two articles were written by two collaborators of "Alpha"
newspaper and published in issue 89, 7 April 1997. The first one is a
report on the experiences of E.P. in the albanian south between 20 - 25
March, plus two characteristic dialogues. The second is a detailed record
of the historical events that took place in Albania during March, written
by B.B., who was in Tirana for a month (25 February to 25 March) and
witnessed the confrontation between Berisha, the political parties and the
rebels.
A journey in revolted Albanian South
Albanian south in rebellion: Kalashnikov/ happy and angry faces/ "bessa"
(straight forwardness, keeping one's word)/ bursts of gunfire / roadblocks/
Mercedes cars/ hashish/ passports/ our money back/ off with Berisha's head.
Fragments of words, images, sensations from a journey to an inconceivable
rebellion, where analysis, assessments, political conclusions crash onto
the roadblock of the people's impetus.
Crossing the border or from the state of "law and order"
to Kalashnikov reality
Kalashnikov: the first thing we see as soon as we step in albanian ground.
It would be the last too, a few days later. By the edge of the plank, which
connects the ship that brought us here from Igoumenitsa to the harbour of
Saranda, some armed albanians are just standing and watching. There is no
document control. Some wounded people are waiting for their turn to embark
with destination Corfu.
The situation in Kakavia, when we return, will be about the same, with
ambulances waiting by the greek guardhouse to take the wounded, most of
them shot by mistake. The revolvers of the albanians who had escorted us
(they had left their kalashnikovs in the car) were just a few centimeters
and some iron bars away from Sky TV station's microphones. One step and a
passport check between the visible casual possibility of death and the
certainty of a life where we may die everyday. Of course there's no
albanian guardhouse in Kakavia (to be accurate there is one but it's
completely empty), while at the greek one, greek nationalist soldiers are
so self-confident that they don't check us when we pass. At a moment when
armed albanians in Saranda have nothing to lose, armed greeks in Kakavia
are quite self-confident. They can't shoot their officers, whom they hate,
but they claim they're willing to go "in there" and shoot the "peasants".
"If only they asked who volunteers to go to Albania, they'd see", says a
smiling special unit soldier. A few hours later, another soldier in
Igoumenitsa is grumbling because he's in duty and he can't go to that bar
where albanian women work. "Have you been sent by a newspaper?" he asks.
"I'm from a newspaper, too. 'Golden Dawn' (neonazi paper)", he adds
smiling.
The one and only authority: guns
In the whole southern region of Albania, there is no police, no army, no
jails, no courts, not a sign of state or governing authority. The power of
weapons is prevailing everywhere. Everyone is armed, driving around in cars
with the kalashnikovs at hand, walking in the streets carrying automatic
weapons, revolvers, chinese TT (always at least two of them and ready to
use) in their belts or inside their jackets. It's impossible to estimate
the accurate number of these weapons. Some say they are over four million.
What we know for sure is that all police stations, all army storehouses,
all factories where weapons were constructed or assembled have been looted
(one of these factories, a kalashnikov construction unit in Polytsa, was
one of the first). The question that immediately comes to mind, how people
got hold of all these guns, is a bit complicated to answer. It is a fact
that there have been no massive attacks or well organised violent acts. A
characteristic example of what happened is the case of the police station
in Saranda. In the afternoon of May 1, a few people started throwing stones
against the police station, inside which there were about one hundred well
armed policemen. Their commander repeatedly called the minister, in Tirana,
for instructions. The answer was "we'll let you know". The instructions
never came, so the police force abandoned the station, leaving behind most
of their arsenal. The about fifty members of the secret police -SHIK- had
left much earlier. About the same thing happened with the navy station in
Saranda. The commander called Tirana as soon as he learnt of the attack and
was told that "you'll receive orders". The orders were never given and as a
result almost all the weapons were abandoned and carried to a place in the
open, where anyone could go and pick up anything he liked to. A navy map of
Albania, labelled "top secret", was found a few days later by two french
reporters who happened to pass by the area. A notebook with records of army
equipment circulation, was found torn amidst looted army tracks with flat
tires inside a destroyed and looted army camp in Dropolis.
The gun, at least in the south of Albania, dominates everyday life, in fact
it IS everyday life. An ordinary person sees, hears, touches, uses a gun
-i.e. it occupies one's senses- as often as the cigarette would in another
society. It is the centre of life; it's an amusing toy for the kids
(school's out, anyway) and, very often, a sport for the adults. You can see
groups of people going for target practice, some were shooting at the cross
of the Saranda church in the middle of the day, joking at each other, some
other -a dozen of well dressed albanians- had set up a roadblock with
Mercedes and jeeps in the highland road between Vouno and Cheimara, and did
target practice, not having in mind that some car might appear from the
side of the road they were shooting at. Those less involved in guns just
use them for self defence. They don't show them off and most of them keep
them at home, just in case of a robbery. However, the albanians were armed
and well acquainted to guns in the past, too. The revolt just gave them the
opportunity to replace their guns with more modern ones.
During daytime, the kalashnikov shots are rather scarce. They shoot from
the paved with stones Saranda coastal road towards the sea, they shoot from
the hills around, they shoot from the slope of Gjirokaster, from the small
hill at the side of the greek consulate, from the port of Vlore, here and
there all the way to Fieri.
After 6 -7 p.m. every night, it looks like greek Easter [when traditionally
there's a lot of fireworks]. The bursts of gunfire light the sea, they get
more frequent or stop without apparent reason, sometimes some passer by
gets shot or a hotel glass is broken. We are sitting inside the "luxury"
hotel by the seaside of Vlore staring at the spectacle of shots and flashes
which is rather a festival of joy to the participants in it.
It's really hard to believe that the fear and terror inflicted by the gun
which means death at the hands of an "official" of some "established"
authority has become an ordinary and inseparable element of "life" in the
albanian communities, that the gun has become fun and source of an absurd
pleasure.
Roadblocks in a journey in time
Going from another country to Albania, and especially Albania after the
revolt, or from an albanian town to another looks rather like travelling in
time than in space. It is hard for someone who's grown up in the modern
world to believe what he sees, images that would rather belong to the '20s
along with familiar ones from modern western Europe: a Land Rover and an ox
and a plough side by side, a Mercedes stops for a cow to cross the road,
the kitsch modern hotel near a social realism-style apartment building, a
cabrio Mercedes passing in front of a half empty "grocery" shed, the
egg-like pill-boxes, remains of the Hodja period, lined up in the midst of
the plain of Dropolis, which no one cultivates, a traditionally dressed old
woman under a palm-tree with a mobile phone in her hands, an MP writing in
his portable p.c. inside a room built of stones and decorated with icons
and pieces of traditional embroidery, some people digging trying to make a
field to cultivate in a stone-dry slope in the middle of nowhere, someone
has written "AC/DC" on the wall in Gjirokaster, elaborate arches made of
stone near the blown up bridge outside Saranda, tanks, army tracks and
anti-tank weaponry left in the middle of the road to Vlore, and everywhere,
in every road, there are Mercedes and less frequently jeeps, speeding like
hell in narrow roads full of turns and potholes. Everywhere, contradiction
and absurdity in their extreme: Lusnia, Tepelen, Fieri, Vlore. Very often
it's difficult to distinguish between what was destroyed, looted and
half-ruined during the insurgence and what had always been like that. If
someone didn't show the visitor the bank that was destroyed by the rebels,
he wouldn't realize it, simply because the next building looked exactly the
same. A totally ruined landscape, Hodja's rusty oil-wells, abandoned ruins
of factories that once produced food, clothes, paints, whole blocks of
derelict brick buildings, gas stations belonging to the state oil company
Adi Petrol (directly involved with the pyramid schemes) that look as if
they had been bombed, electricity power stations in the midst of
residential areas, recently laid cement foundations with the characteristic
cloth dummy on the roof, to protect inhabitants of the "evil eye",
Kokkalis' telephones in the phone company's building in Vlore, which is
beyond description.
And in the midst of all these, the roadblocks. Despite many people saying
that they are less now and things are relatively quiet, the roadblocks are
identified in a traveler's mind with the unknown, the danger and the
inconceivable. The people blocking the road could be anything, despite
looking more or less the same. It could be rebels from Saranda who check
who enters the town, grim faces and kalashnikov in hand -but burst into
laughers and hog the albanian who escorts us, a celebrity of greek TV
broadcasts- but let you go without paying any attention to you. It could be
an armed group who stop you in the middle of a "rough" route at the side of
the Adriatic, at a highland isolated spot outside Cheimara, and just want
to rob you. When they recognize our escorts, they greet them warmly, talk
loudly making gestures and give the impression that they have agreed on
something and we'll all be going together. But then they get in their jeeps
and Mercedes and leave the other way. The answer to our questions is
typical: "What are you asking for? You keep on asking all the time. It's
none of your business". Some time later, we were told those were the
toughest "mafiosi" of Vlore.
It could also be a "mixed" roadblock consisting of albanians in plain
clothes armed with kalashnikovs and some unarmed in police uniforms outside
Vlore, who ask the bus driver something and that's all, or a roadblock of
armed policemen -who didn't flee after the rebellion- in a town very close
to Vlore, Fieri. It could be a roadblock outside Kakavia who want to rob
you but don't shoot if you don't stop, they might want something specific,
like a spare tire on the way to Vouno, or a group of people armed with
kalashnikovs who -all of a sudden- decided to check the road to Tepelen or
Lousnia. On the way from Saranda to Vlore, through Lousnia, Tepelen and
Fieri, there are many abandoned roadblocks with tanks, anti-tank weapons
and logs at the side of the road. At Emalie, the tank was parked in the
midst of the road, while on the roads to the greek minority villages of
Dropolis, there are tanks placed by the villagers who patrol the area in
groups and inform the others when they see anyone in Mercedes coming.
"Now there's war"
This is the phrase most rebels keep on repeating, a phrase which could be
the answer to any question.
This peculiar "war" consists not of clashes and battles, but ïf life
routines and attitudes accustomed to an every day life of general inaction
and ceaseless dealings.
At the squares and the main streets of the towns in the revolted South, you
can see people hanging around, chatting in small groups in the corners of
Saranda, playing cards under the trees of Flabouri square in Vlore,
strolling in front of the stalls with shoes, clothes, cigarettes and some
food that constitute some sort of marketplace along the way to Fieri,
exchanging money (dollars, marks, drachmas to lek) by the port of Vlore.
Everyone is broke, everyone had invested in the pyramids and lost their
money.
Xzaferi, Vefa, Galitsa, Kamberi... names you hear all the time in Albania.
Pyramid schemes - in fact, private banks- where about two billion dollars
were lost, the savings of albanians and greek minority who sold their
houses, their herds, who invested the money their children sent them from
Greece and Italy, attracted by the bait of interest as high as 35 to 100%
per month. The greek who had a "quarry" lost 25.000.000 drs [270 drs = 1
dollar], the old woman in Dervitsani lost 2 to 3.000.000, the albanian with
the sweet shop lost 10.000.000, another one who used to work in Crete lost
5.000.000...
Berisha won the fraud elections of 1996, with the slogan: "Vote for
Democratic Party and you will profit". Of course, the greek secret service,
journalists and diplomats, just before the outbreak of the rebellion, still
considered the albanians as obeisants and incapable of reacting. "We want
our money back. Out with Berisha", this is all most people have to do with
politics in revolted Albania.
However, it seems that everybody makes it, each in his own way. Of course,
almost nobody has a "normal" job, since services, factories and shops are
closed down, but on the other hand, naturally you can find all sorts of
businesses which usually thrive in similar situations. A hotel room cost as
much as 50.000 drs during the period of the "journalistic boom", and a
drive that used to cost 5.000 drs went up to 45.000.
We didn't encounter any miserable and starving people -at least in the
sense of western societies. Perhaps there is shortage of basic goods in
some remote villages and most hospitals still functioning can hardly deal
with emergency cases. It is a fact though that strong family bonds "impose"
mutual aid that makes for example an albanian who meets a distant cousin in
a bus to give him his money.
It's no coincidence that nobody asked us for anything, we could nowhere see
a sign of beggary. The only thing they kept on asking -and this only after
having got to knowing us for some time- was if we could help them get a
passport. It is difficult for someone who sees the paranoid gray jail-like
apartment buildings built during Hodja regime, the dumps surrounding them
and the sheds where people live, to realize how truly hospitable, friendly
and warm-hearted most of their inhabitants are. Some of the Mercedes
drivers opened the doors for us to get in, not out of servility but of
sheer gentleness, some others offered us from coffee and whisky to hashish,
unselfishly -and insistently. Two women in Saranda -two of the most
miserable figures- led us to a shed-cafe, ordered two caps of coffee for
us, paid and left. An albanian friend often talked about "bessa"
(credibility, keeping one's word), kept on saying that we shouldn't worry
because now we were his "sisters". This man seemed to have good
relationship with everyone, protested strongly in a restaurant in
Gjirokaster when he thought that we had been overcharged 2.000 drs, he had
done six years in jail during Hodja regime for he had been caught while
trying to cross the border, he was afraid for his life, he got around
everywhere, he suggested that we did some "business" with oil at the
border, he used to be a track driver in the army, he wanted to visit Volos
(town in central Greece) again and drink "tsipouro" (local liquor), he was
a rebel.
But what about women? Women are almost non-existent in revolted southern
Albania. Only a few walk in the streets, some work in the shacks-grocery
stores, a few work in the fields while some others -young ones- serve at
the cafes, smileless and unapproachable. However, the well known gross,
hungry or even exploratory look is non-existent, though this changes as one
goes north. Many albanians laugh at the rumor about women kidnapped and
taken to Italy. Considering the strong family bonds and the wide family
circle, it's rather ridiculous to think that it's so easy to kidnap wives,
daughters and sisters.
"Albanian mafia", "commandante", Salvation Committees
and a strange police
The only mafia that ever existed in Albania, with the meaning of organized
crime with its own hierarchy and a specific action plan, was the state. It
was Berisha's regime supported the private banks, the para-banks -money
laundry schemes-, it was Berisha's regime intimidated the whole population
of the country with the aid of SHIK (secret police) agents, it was
Berisha's regime dismissed its own officers -even the minister of Defense-
and imprisoned some of the bank owners when he realized things were getting
out of hand, it was Berisha's regime that brutally beat, tortured,
imprisoned or murdered people demanding their money back, students on
hunger strike inside Gjirokaster university, the unscrupulous and paranoid
Berisha himself probably ordered the army, police and SHIK to withdraw from
all cities of the south. The overwhelming majority of politicians, albanian
and greek minority altogether, was more or less accomplices to this mafia
state. Almost everyone talks about mayors, councilors, chairmen, Omonia and
Human Rights Party (organization and political party respectively,
representing greek minority) officials who made money selling from guns and
heroin to visas and passports. The greek embassy and consulate were also
involved.
The idea of the "albanian mafioso" sounds simplistic and ridiculous in the
insurgent albanian south and is most of the times identified with that of
the "albanian insurgent". Are those who threatened a café owner (brother of
a SHIK agent), told him to leave and blast his shop with grenades when the
guards he had hired in the meantime started shooting, "albanian mafiosi"?
Are those who shot a woman for not giving them her passport and money at a
roadblock on the way from Kakavia to Mouzitsa "albanian mafiosi"? Are those
who unload contraband cigarettes at the port of Saranda "albanian mafiosi"?
Are those who sell protection to cafés and restaurants for 30.000 drs a
month -the toughest, still smiling most of the time- , those who are
involved in heroin contraband, those who keep a note of how much whiskey
they drink and later come back to the owner of the bar with the double
quantity -stolen, of course- , those who would die to protect you if they
have "taken responsibility" for you, "albanian mafiosi"? Are those who
break into houses whose inhabitants have fled and empty them "albanian
mafiosi"? Are the hooded gunmen who killed17 people in Levan "albanian
mafiosi" -or maybe Berisha's agents, as everyone says they are? Is the bar
owner who cocks an eye, saying "If you dig hash or anything, let me know",
an "albanian mafioso"?
And what about Apostolis the illiterate, one of the toughest and most stout
fellows in the area, who says burning the library was a stupid thing to do,
while drinking coffee with his guns on the table of the hotel? And he adds
smiling, a dialogue that sounds unbelievable but is very true:
- We still got one of them. Not far from here. Jailed.
- Who is he?
- He's a SHIK agent. He was a driver in SHIK.
- What are you going to do to him?
- Shoot him. Bang, bang!
- Hey, don't, this is stupid. If it had happened in a fight, it would be
o.k. But shoot him like that...He's human after all.
- All right. But then, what should we do with him? If we don't shoot him
now, he might come back sometime later and shoot me. Can't you see?
What is Apostolis?
When we ask him what a "commandante" is, the answer is: "Whatever you say
you are, that's what you are. Isn't this what you say in Greece?"
Tchevat, a middle-aged ex-general and representative of Vefa para-bank in
Saranda -whom some named as "head of the committees of the insurgent
cities"- hangs around the hotels where the journalists stay escorted by a
dozen of armed men. He might ask for a mobile phone and keep it all night
long. He is supposed to be a "tough guy" who neither himself nor his men
will give up their weapons, unless Berisha is ousted.
On the contrary, his "colleague" in town, Fouat, a hotel owner, former
police head during Hodja regime and "chief of people's police" until ten
days ago, when he quit, says he supported the rebellion of the people, but
cannot tolerate the current "state of anarchy and crime". He adds that he
supports the new Fino government, that a new police force has to be formed
in order to avoid a bloodshed, and that he's looking forward for the
arrival of the multinational force. He still gets around with armed
escorts.
Another commandante was Berti Siouti, in Vlore, who seemed to influence may
people at the beginning of the rebellion, but three weeks later he was
supported by about 5.000 pensioners out of a total population of 100 to
120.000.Vlore was the only town where people still gathered every morning
at the central square but attendance was very reduced. In all other towns
of the South there were no "Salvation Committees" nor people's gatherings.
In Gjirokaster people were talking of Akim Gozita, a middle aged ex Hodja
army officer, and of Fatos Beta, Gozita's friend and ex Berisha's advisor.
The only person that seemed to be of some influence was Gioleka from
Tepelen, an illiterate but energetic and tough young man, who used to be a
thug at a café. Last, people mentioned dervish Pelumb (which means dove),
commandante in Balsi, who was murdered, probably by SHIK agents. It is
difficult to have a clear picture of what's happening in each area, because
the situation is unstable and it's impossible to gather information from
away.
In any case, you could feel that people were tired of the current
situation, still determined not to give up arms unless Berisha is ousted.
The gatherings at the squares had faded away, most of the commandants had
no more power than any leader of a small armed group, while many people had
lost hope and just wanted to flee from the country. In the greek minority
villages of Dropolis and Cheimara there were mostly old men who "guarded
their houses". At the grocery store in Dervitsani, everyone said they had
lost their money and had massively participated in the demonstrations,
while Doules, a deputy of the Human Rights Party, said that "there is a
total political impasse, as long as Berisha maintains control of the
parliament. The only feasible solution is the assignment of a european
police force in order to restore order".
There have been a few efforts to "restore order", that is form some sort of
police -like the gathering of a handful of people, mostly ex-policemen, in
Gjirokaster, ten days ago, and in Saranda, too- that failed completely.
Vlore is the only exception. There, you could enter the police station
-which the insurgents had raided in the beginning of the rebellion but
found noone inside- without any check at the entrance and talk to the new
police chief, whose "modern" office was among many empty rooms at the end
of the staircase. He used to be a police chief for eighteen years, before
Berisha took on power, and started with four policemen who had come from
Tirana, with the approval of Fino's government. He wouldn't disclose the
current number of his police force, but admitted that only 30% of them were
armed -you could see on some posts around town posters asking citizens to
hand one of their weapons to the police- and said their main task was to
protect public services. The chief assured us that the police is respected
by the insurgents and that he often talks to commandante Berti. Three hours
later, five hooded men armed with kalashnikovs stole a Mercedes parked
outside the police station. Three officers chased them and got killed at a
near by village, Kali Troyes. The following day, at 7 a.m., there were a
dozen men, no hoods and kalashnikov in hand, outside Vlore's hospital who
let no one in. One of the "hooded ones", who had been injured during last
night's fight, was inside.
The "gazetarians"
The four young smiling albanians with the kalashnikovs were changing cars
every half an hour and hanging around town. Some time, they brake suddenly,
the driver pulls down the car window and asks: "Everything all right?"
"Just fine. How about you? Are you from town? What's your name?" "What,
haven't you seen me on T.V.?". In fact, he was a favourite of greek T.V.
stations, like the tank driver in Saranda who recalled his dialogue with
the Sky -greek T.V.- reporter and laughed to tears ( "Where are you from?"
"Tepelen." "And what about this, Tepelen, too?" "No, the tank is a native.
I am from Tepelen".) Many Saranda inhabitants have many funny stories to
tell us about the "lives and times" of the gazetarians, since Saranda was
the easier accessible town and many greek reporters had passed from there.
Like how they used to hang out at the corners of the square at 8.30 p.m.,
-the time the evening news bulletins start-, posed in front of the cameras
and the "special envoys" kalashnikov in hand, fired some shots at their
request and then everyone left the square. Or like the gazetarian who paid
one million drachmas to get that "exclusive" reportage about the "hashish
production factory". They talked about their habits, how brave or chicken
they were or how much they were paid. Of course, everyone watched regularly
the greek news - even in the poorest houses there was a satellite antenna-
and made jokes of "fat" Evert and Kostas Karamanlis [greek politicians]. In
the northern and western areas (like Vlore) they used to watch italian T.V.
The journalists constituted a considerable "source of income" for Mercedes
drivers and escorts -since they were the only who moved from town to town-,
for hotel and café owners, and in some cases for those who set up
roadblocks.
Most of the insurgents said that the gazetarians "exaggerated and told lies
over the news". For example, the dutch reporter, who had been recently shot
in Saranda, used to run a tourist agency in town, five years now.
After three weeks of "journalistic raids", one of the elderly albanians
sitting at the café asked angrily the reporter who was taking a photo of
him from a distance: "Hey, mister, did you ask before taking a picture?"
Dialogue 1
Old Aristides has been a taxi driver for twenty years. He accepted to take
us for a drive most others had refused.
- What happened here with the pramids?
- They took everything. All the money from seven villages was invested in
them during the past four years. Marks, dollars, drachmas, everything.
- Where did all that money go?
- Beats me. They spent it. I used to carry 120 to 130 millions every three
days.
- Where to?
- I took them to the state bank in Vlore. That's why I was fooled, too. I
put my money in them, too. I deposited 37 million albanian money and
2.186.000 greek money. They took it all and now we're finished. I don't
know why I've been working, why I was born. One thief came after another,
always thieves.
- Is there anyone who got any money back?
- Some did in the beginning. Then the money ran out. I gave my money to
Xzaferi and he stole it all. That's because people trusted Berisha, who was
claiming that the banks will make the world a whole lot better, make
Albania better. You see?
- And now what's going on in Cheimara, have you all took guns?
- It's hell. Like a war.
- Do you know those who burst into houses?
- Of course. We tried to organise police here, but people are scared.
Albania is now as it was 150 to 200 years ago.
- Where do people work now?
- There are no jobs. A young man's got nowhere to work, no visa, so he has
no choice but steal.
- Is there a consulate in Cheimara?
- There is an Omonia office. They give visas.
-Do they take money for the visas?
- This is mafia. They take money from everyone.
- Do you have a passport?
- I did. I had it right here in my pocket and they stole it from me, along
with my driving license. Do you receive any of the food aid?
- No. Absolutely nothing. People here have suffered a lot. Life conditions
are squalid.
A couple of days later, some men robbed old Aristides and took his car and
money.
Dialogue 2
The tape recorder is playing "Hotel California" in full volume. The
kalashnikovs are leaned against the gear lever and the two albanians, the
toughest in the area, which also means the safest to escort you, have
revolvers in their belts. The Mercedes is speeding like hell.
- Have you been to Greece?
- Yes, I've been in Corinthos.
- Did you work there?
- No. I used to drive a speedboat. At sea. Right. Hashish, heroin.
Contraband. But no more. Now we'll be going from home to work, and that's
all.
- Had you put money in the pyramids?
- Yes, to Xzaferi. 5.000.000 drachmas.
- Now, what's going on here, is there still any heroin?
- Yes, the factory is around here.
- And do many people here shoot heroin?
- No , it all goes to Italy or Athens.
- How much does it cost?
- It's expensive. 3.500 drachmas per gram.
- What is this?
- It's a TT. It's chinese. And this one is a Kalash(nikov). Now there's
misery here, now there's war.
- Do you communicate with people from other areas?
- No. But we're all in town united against Berisha.
- Are there any women here? We haven't seen any.
- There's war. They're hidden. Like in Greece during 1965-66. It's only
five years that we have democracy here.
- Have any weapons been smuggled to Italy or Greece?
- No, not now. There's war now. We have war for our money.
- What are you going to do with the elections?
- We're against Berisha.
- Are you going to vote for a representative of yours?
- We don't know. We don't do politics.
- Who is the commandante now? Is it Tchevat?
- There is no commandante. Now this is commandante (he points at his gun).
- This morning there was a roadblock outside town. What was it for?
- Control. To see who's coming, who he is, who he works for, if he has
money, everything...
The Albanian March
The armed popular insurrection against the corrupt regime of Sali Berisha
that took Albania by storm during the first three weeks of March, makes us
give it the characterization of Albanian March. The insurgents of the South
forced the totalitarian regime of the Albanian president Sali Berisha to
enormous retreats and strategic sink.
On Thursday the 13th of March, the Albanian state, identified with
Berisha's mechanism, has been reduced to a few square metres around the
centre of Tirana and namely the Desmoret avenue. The presidential palace
and the governmental buildings were all there, in both sides of the avenue.
The insurgent areas of the albanian capital were only four kilometres away
and the most fluid power's state that tended to the limits of a gap lasted
nearly twenty hours. The sensation of the geometrical disruption of the
state authority made you speculate its impending and total collapse.
After the delay of the three previous days, the northern praetorians got
organised and armed under the leadership of the notorious Saban Memia. The
SHIK secret services and its head, Baskim Gazidente, were Berisha's second
source of support. His protection circle is strengthened by his
presidential guard, consisting of the most close, faithful and related
people. The terror in the northern suburbs of Tirana and the threat of a
possible massacre give the ex-communists an excuse to change their policy,
in fear of a popular wave of insurrection they couldn't control.
These critical hours, the ex-communists, have decided optics and practice.
The organising secretary of the Socialist Party, Dokle -who had repressed
the opposition's mobilizations when he was the all powerful minister of
Interior, in Hodja's regime- is very specific declaring that the Socialists
are against violent and armed actions and that they seek the constitutional
legitimacy of their movements. In this way they choose to compromise with
Berisha and to undertake to cover the power's gap with the machinery of the
ex-Hodja's Secret Services, Sigourim. It is very clear that the
ex-communists, with the experience and the tradition of the development of
power mechanisms, they exploited the popular insurrection's dynamics, they
saved the power system in Albania and they became the governmental partner
of Berisha's Democratic Party. That's how a complex balance setting is
formed: a multiform power struggle and the South decided to satisfy its
demands.
From Hodja's regime to Berisha's
After the elections of March 1992 and Berisha's accession to power, a new
dominating group was formed, mainly from the northern areas of the country
and Berisha's native region, that became the new cadres potential of the
new albanian power. It was a machinery of praetorians, suzerains in Tirana,
with two parts: the members of the Democratic Party and the state machinery
and the SHIK Secret Services. A machinery of massive terrorism. The
Albanians believed in the new age that supposedly started with the
political change in '92, but soon they saw their dreams, not only betrayed,
but also dispersed in one night.
A whole generation (majority of the albanian people) that was raised during
Hodja's regime, believed in the false dream of the capitalistic democracy.
On the contrary, they suffered from misery, poverty, emigration, racism
abroad and police state in the interior. The piramidical para-banking
forms, where they invested not only their dreams but also their economies
looked as the only way out. Instead of better days, they watched the
"country of eagles" being transformed into a "country of the sharpers".
Capitalism in Albania, primitive and irregular, was based on the tendering
of the false hopes of prosperity to the mass of the Albanian people. With
the para-banking forms, Sali Berisha had a strong weapon in his hands, by
satisfying temporarily the depositors and dissimulating the cruel reality.
What practically happened in Albania, between '92-'97, was intense
exploitation and accumulation of capital, or, in simple words, they took a
lot from a lot of people in short time.
The great inequality and the interweaving interests between government
officials and mafiozos, transformed Albania to a huge arena of arms and
drugs contraband (with the participation of police and military forces), as
well as fuel and cigarettes contraband (with the participation of cadres of
the Democratic Party and the government -e.g. Skiponia company) and a
washing tank of dirty money. At the opposite side, there were the masses,
the agrarian population and the proletarians.
The beginning of the end
Things started to become clear after the elections of fraud and violence,
of the 26th of May 1996 and the first signs that outlined the interweaving
interests and the prospect of the impending end of the pyramids. The
beginning of the end is marked by the report of the International Monetary
Fund that pointed out the risk of collapse and threatened the government
with a financial rupture between the I.M.F. and Albania.
In December, the first para-bank, "Shoudia", goes bankrupt and in January,
two more, "Jaferi" and "Populit", close down. The first manifestations took
part in Vlore, on January 16, with the participation of simple men,
immigrants and middle class.
The Albanians, who shared up their money for a better future with such a
hard work, when they realized that they had been robbed by a caste of
people and, since they had nothing to lose any more, they transformed their
desperation and bitterness to rage against the corrupted and interweaving
power of Berisha's regime. The more extensively they felt the exploitation,
the more massively and dynamically they rose up against Berisha's
totalitarian regime that they considered as the exclusive responsible of
the fraud against the whole of trhe Albanian people. At the debris of such
a country, one cannot protest neither with marches, nor with whistles.
Kalashnikov becomes the symbol of the albanian people who, without any
ideological base or political formation, took the lead in their life and
made an evident popular insurrection threatening directly the regime. Their
intentions were manifestly expressed in an event that took place in
Loushnia, on January 25th, when enraged habitants attacked the president of
the Democratic Party, and vice-president of the government, Tritan Sehou,
and pilloried him to public with a leek in his mouth and a second one in
his ass. Clashes between policemen and demonstrators took place in Tirana.
On January the 30th, the opposition's parties formed the "Forum for
Democracy", that is the party umbrella of the protest. On February the 6th,
began the citizen's attacks to police stations In Vlore, but the
insurrection culminated during the night of the 28th of February to the 1st
of March, with the massive conflicts between citizens and governmental
forces and the first entry in the army camp, in Vlore.
March with insurrections in Albania
On the 2nd of March, Berisha imposes contingency plans and declares that he
doesn't have to confront a simple protest, but whole areas of the country
that are hostile. The party opposition -that participated with few forces
in the two-month mobilizations- demanded a caretaker government composed by
technocrats, that would lead to a holding elections. The situation reminds
latin-american regimes. The public gatherings of over four persons are
forbidden, the circulation between 8:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m. is prohibited,
police is free to fire and the press is restricted: the two government
newspapers that are being published and the governmental T.V. are the only
sources of information.
Tirana are being terrorized by the police and many areas of the south are
no more under the control of the military and police forces. The imposition
of the contingency plans is undertaken by a mixed repressive force: the
armed units of the Ministry of the Interior, the SHIK Secret Services and
the ZABIST police anti-riot squads, under the leadership of Baskim
Gazidede, an ex-mathematician and president of the Muslim Intellectuals'
Association, who was promoted to a general.
On Wednesday, the 5th of March, the government recognized the problem that
there was in Saranda, , Vlore, Delvin and Fieri, and blamed the units'
commanders as well as the General Chief of the Army Force, Seme Kosova,
whom it sends away. This day is quite important as the governmental forces
seemed unable to control the south.
The governmental military operations in Delvin -aiming to interrupt the
communication between Saranda and Gjirokaster- failed completely and so,
the insurgent areas could easily be unified. The uncontrolled and confused
situation is the first thing that threatens the albanian power as well as
its several western supports.
On the same day, the voice of the american capital, the Washington's
newspaper "Wall Street Journal", compares the situation in Albania with the
riot in Los Angeles and tries to present the insurgents as instigated by
the ex-communists and the mafia. But, unfortunately for them, this is not
the truth. It's a whole world that took the arms, not to play, but to level
them at Berisha's regime. The lack of political formations of this popular
insurrection influenced its formation and allowed the opposition party to
make the first step towards an agreement with the albanian president, on
the 6th of March.
Organization steps of the insurgents
The determination of the insurgents leads them to form the popular
salvation committees, where they demand specific requests: all their
financial reimbursements, the formation of a caretaker multi-party
government, the holding of new elections and the voting of a new
Constitution and a new electoral law. At the same time they try to form
some procedures for the provisioning and the defence of their insurgent
areas. On the 8th of March, Berisha receives a severe blight as he is
unable to control Gjirokaster, where the military units are dispersed.
Agreement of the parties with Berisha
On Sunday the 9th of March, as Berisha is incapable to control the
situation in the south and to maintain the control of the north, he
proceeds to an extreme retreat and agrees to the formation of a caretaker
government with the participation of all parties that will hold the new
elections in three months (June). He also demands the surrender of the
arms. Nothing for the money of the people who reject the agreement, since
the problem of the return of their money is not solved and the person that
symbolizes their lost -that is Berisha- remains.
South: treason
The insurgents accuse the politicians and the parties that signed the
agreement with Berisha that they are "interested only in their power and
not in the people who are the losers" (Comitee of Vlore) and denounce them
as traitors. That's why it is not strange that he wave of the insurrection
becomes an avalanche that spreads with the massive disobedience of the
military and the police forces. Sali Berisha, panicked and startled, seems
to beg the opposition for help, as the ring tightens up around Tirana. So,
he offers the prime-ministry to the Socialists, something incredible until
then.
When the insurgents, first in the city of Vlore, made clear that they would
not accept any agreement that would not include the commitment for their
money and the removal of Berisha. At the same time , from Gjirokaster, the
insurgent areas emit the invitation for the formation of citizens' councils
in every town and village that will undertake the management of their
defence and declare their political presence as a third pole.
On Tuesday the 11th of March, the front of the left governmental forces
and the insurgents, form an arc from Blishan to Balshi, Klitsova and South
Erbashan, 90 km from Tirana. Berisha, when he realizes that nothing can
stop the the extension - spreading (and not development) of the
insurrections and the threat for the albanian capital and his own life, he
puts into practice the plan of preparedness for armed conflict with the
employment of terror by the Secret Services and the members of the
Democratic Party -mainly from the North. The same night, as tracks with
armed Berishians agitate Tirana, everyone can understand what's going tro
happen next.
Thursday the 13th of March: the most critical day
On Thursday the 13th of March, the insurrections approach the albanian
capital. Around Tirana and on the road to the airport and Durres, you can
hear all day long shootings while there is complete inexistence of all
government, military and police forces. The tension of the day was so high,
that we felt, moment by moment, the wave that was approaching. At noon, we
witnessed the entry of thousands of citizens to the camps at the fringes of
Tirana.
Everyone -but everyone- included in one phrase, all their demands: "Our
money and the head of Berisha". It is Characteristic that I heard many
people saying that "tonight we will play football with his head". We could
see clearly the abolition of every governmental, military and police power
and it was a matter of hours to watch the popular insurrection arrive in
the centre of Tirana. We had the feeling that that night would be the most
critical. Who could stop this momentum?
The praetorians of Berisha's regime undertake the defence, through the
practice of terrorisation at the suburbs of Tirana, where they are
organized in gangs of armed murderers of a blood thirsty master.
Tirana: field of conflicts/ Turn of the Socialists
Around the presidential building, where Berisha is being guarded, and the
Desmoret avenue, where all the governmental buildings are, the shootings
are continuous and the tanks are deafening. At these moments, socialists'
politics lead to the compromise with Berisha, from which they don't demand
to resign but they "earn" the participation in the government, the
constitutional legality and the official pardon to their imprisoned
socialist leader, Fatos Nano, who had escaped in the meanwhile.
The former Sigiourim undertakes the task of covering the power gap and the
new government of Baskim Fino decides, on Friday the 14th, the formation of
a new police force and invites ex and actual cadres as well as new persons
to participate. The target of the plan is the reformation of an elementary
machinery of control. The attempts of the new government aim the formation
of new institutional procedures, new power mechanisms and new state and
governmental functions.
The ex-opposition and now government is clearly dissociated of the
insurgents and threatens them with violent repression if the effort to
incorporate the salvation committees into local management structures fails
(that is to regional power centres)
Meanwhile, all the prisons open and the prisoners pour out. In the prison
where Fatos Nano had been held when he was in danger -because of the
Berishians- there were the penal prisoners that defended him, under the
leadership of Nehat Koula.
After three days, it seems that the balance between the opponent forces is
being stabilized, but also that a multiform power struggle is being
expressed. The situation is very fluid, with more variables than constants.
Omissions, delays and dissension with the South
On one side, the Socialists and the members of the Democratic Party express
different opinions and on the other, the new government confirms its
dissension with the south. Berisha, who has confined with his presidential
guard, seems to want to intervene in the new government. That's why some
people start to say that Berisha is back. The measures for the restoration
of the order and the public functions are materialized with difficulty and
Bashkim Fino declares that he doesn't accept ultimatum for the satisfaction
of the demands. Many people support that the new government doesn't worth a
thing without the south and the start to stammer out a few words about
mistakes, omissions and slow paces that permitted Berisha not only to
consolidate his position, but also to proceed to a display of power.
On Thursday the 20th of March, he commits a blight upon Fino's government,
by rejecting from the parliament -which is under control of the Democratic
Party- the governmental proposals for the lifting of the press restraints
and the transmission of the state-TV and Radio's supervision from the
Parliament to the new government
Manifesto of the 18 insurgent areas
On the 28th of March, delegations from the 18 insurgent areas and the
salvation comitees, vefilate the insurgents' manifesto:
- they denounce the claims that consider their insurrection as being
instigated by foreign centres
- they don't accept the parliament as representative legislative body and
demand the formation of a new organization that will express the free will
of the people
- they support Fino's government but demand its total independence and
Berisha's ousting.
- they invite the government and the parties to cooperate with the
Salvation committee, in order to form the public management and the
executive power
- they demand the participation of the Salvation Committees to the
conference table of the political parties (a kind of informal council of
political leaders)
As an epilogue
The epilogue has not been written yet. However, history has recorded that
people rose up by arms against a totalitarian and corrupted regime of
exploitation and power. Every Berisha's step of retreat constitutes a
victorious action for the insurgents.
In Albania nothing is definitely decided. Hard times are just beginning,
now that the momentum that could sweep away everything -even if nothing has
been planned- is inhibited.
What matters now is the resistance to time, the determination and the
capabilities of each side.
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