Two roads

On a screen, Albania seems to outrun itself, a headline that lands hard, a clip that flashes and disappears, a call that demands you respond before your judgment catches up.

In that rush, a sentence goes up in an instant and loses its weight.

Consequences linger, and they find you where you don’t expect them.

They find children at the school gate, families at the dinner table, citizens in line, and in the end they land in the one place that keeps a country upright, mutual trust, the quiet place where things hold, or come apart.

In the second before a finger taps “Post,” the temptation is to dash off a cheap line or an accusation without proof, just so the heart can breathe for a moment.

If you don’t hold that second, the day slips out of your hands without you noticing.

Today I see two paths, and I will name them without ornament.

The first is the Square of Noise, calls without end, protest after protest, heat without direction, where sacrifice becomes the program and order never takes hold.

People are counted in the square, and afterward nothing is measured: not at work, not at school, not in the courts.

I do not mock the pain that drives people into the streets, wounds are real, and injustices aren’t imagined.

But I do see the trap when pain is turned into stagecraft, and stagecraft becomes fuel for old and new parties alike, each with its own chant, each hungry for the camera.

In that loop the country grows tired, trust wears thin, and justice loses its language. Then the question returns, what, in truth, was repaired after all of this?

The second path is Thinking Albania, what Sami Frashëri and Branko Merxhani called for, what Krist Maloki, Faik Konica, and Gjergj Fishta kept making the case for, each in his own way, an Albania of reason that demands proof, of measure that protects honor, of dignity not surrendered to the moment.

Against the Albania of noise, I choose Thinking Albania, because a country isn’t healed by explosions alone.

It heals when it learns to think together, and when it turns words into an instrument of repair, not a toy of anger.

That’s where my initiative begins, as a citizen, the National Pact of Wisdom, and the road toward a National Convening of Wisdom, clarity in the face of pain, not a call to line up behind anyone, not a campaign, not a contest, but a civic conversation about words and the consequences they carry. Words must do work.

The Pact is our shared agreement, word with proof, decision with consequence, and honor that is not trampled, even when the heart is burning.

I don’t hide who I am. I am the founder and former Chair of LRE - Rinisja, today I remain an ordinary member, and I carry moral responsibility for it.

Yet this initiative does not come from any party, and it does not serve partisan or electoral aims. I am not seeking offices.

I am not seeking votes.

I say this plainly, with no double meaning, I will not run for anything, neither now, nor later, nor in the future.

I want to stand simply as a citizen among citizens, as the author of NeoAlbaianism (Neoshqiptarizmi), to speak with honor and sober thought about what hurts us, and what we can build.

This road takes shape only when we meet for real.

It begins at a simple table, with one question that won’t let anyone hide behind words, from that table it stretches across Albania and across the diaspora, without logos, without lecterns, without spectacle.

I imagine these convenings of wisdom as clear work, one weekly question, simple, that brings us face to face, one testimony from life that holds us to the truth, and one small step kept in the light, so the word becomes useful, not merely liked.

The square has its place, and peaceful protest deserves honor when it is carried with dignity and measure.

But a country cannot live on explosions alone. It needs the rhythm of building, a language that does not lie, an order that cannot be bought.

If you feel this walk is worth sharing, write to me privately with the city you’re in and the question that keeps you awake, the rest we’ll learn as we go, on the road, face to face, with honor.

This is how the road begins, with a word that holds honor today, and bears consequence tomorrow. 🇦🇱

Let’s begin. 🇦🇱