By Agim Xhafka
This morning, a man died on the streets of my city. His name was Arben, an epileptic, he was 38 years old. Homeless for months and wandering around the neighborhood. The state declared that he had no signs of violence, he died of natural causes. We have reached this point where our society calls death from hunger, death from cold a natural death. It seems completely normal to this state to take life from the cold of the night, from humidity, from frost. From the carelessness of those who collect our taxes and only dream of profits and travel.
Beni didn't really show any signs of violence because the violence of the frost that put its hand in his throat and heart and squeezed him so hard that it took his breath away, took away his life's desires and slammed him into the municipal garbage cans was enough. Beni had many other signs of violence, but the government didn't feel comfortable showing them. That those signs are the fists of indifference, forgetfulness, and carelessness. It is the arrogance of the mafia power that comes to power from stolen votes and steals and robs all day and all night just to inflate its profits. Arben was forgotten, he was called as if he didn't exist. They didn't ask about his troubles and pains. So the cold, as soon as it saw him as an orphan, as soon as it saw him without care, approached him secretly and kidnapped him. Without visible violence, without signs, but with cruelty and criminal joy.
Ben today made his way to the cemetery. He no longer lives, but our society no longer lives. He died, perhaps even before the cold took Ben. Because we who are alive are untouchable. We pretend to breathe and remain silent. Ben, you saved us. We are living worse because evil has not yet taken us, has not yet raised our well. Because we live in a country where humanity has been frightened by the mafia and where the poor and needy are considered superfluous, worthless. They are not called human...
