{"id":233177,"date":"2021-04-30T06:45:28","date_gmt":"2021-04-30T06:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=233177"},"modified":"2021-05-02T07:31:43","modified_gmt":"2021-05-02T07:31:43","slug":"the-freest-and-most-open-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=233177","title":{"rendered":"The Freest and Most Open Country"},"content":{"rendered":"

Linh Dinh \u2013 The Unz Review Apr 28, 2021<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Is Albania, believe it or not, for here, you can walk around, sit inside cafes, bars or restaurants, worship at a packed church or mosque, and travel by crowded buses between cities, etc.<\/h4>\n

Though you\u2019re supposed to wear a mask in public, most folks do so with their nose sticking out, because it\u2019s hard to breathe otherwise, and unhealthy, too. That\u2019s good enough for the easy-going cops.<\/h4>\n

All these people can enter Albania without a visa, vaccine passport or even a negative Covid test, and stay up to a year: European Union citizens, North Americans, most South and Central Americans, Turks, Kuwaitis, Israelis, Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, South Koreans, Malaysians, Singaporeans, Australians and New Zealanders, plus a few more.<\/h4>\n

After decades of Communist isolation, Albanians are happy to reclaim their Western heritage. A bookcase is painted on a downtown high-rise<\/span><\/a>. Among the authors featured are Homer, Aeschylus, Cervantes, Dante, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Chekov, Twains, Dickens, Balzac, Hugo, Flaubert, Kafka and the Brothers Grim. Albanian giants such as Kadare, Agolli, Fishta, Arapi and Poradeci are also honored. Unlike elsewhere, the Western canon is not assailed or canceled, but upheld and extolled.<\/h4>\n

Sidewalk book vendors are common, so Albanians are obviously reading, and not just junk either. I\u2019ve seen volumes by Camus, Dostoevsky, Orwell and Hitler, etc. Albanian minds can still stay open<\/h4>\n

\"\"<\/a>In an old man\u2019s bar<\/a><\/span> with plenty of character, there are five wine bottles<\/span><\/a> with labels showing a portrait of Mussolini, JFK, Lenin, Hitler or Stalin. Sharing the same shelf are skull and penis shaped liquor containers, and a laughing buddha.<\/h4>\n

In a more Jew-screwed nation, this goofy display would undoubtedly trigger complaints, protests and maybe even a riot that burns up half the street, if not much of downtown. Luckily, I\u2019m in Albania.<\/h4>\n

There\u2019s a Frederic Chopin monument here. Born in Poland, Chopin spent nearly all of his adulthood in France, and had nothing to do with Albania. As an important cultural figure, however, and not just in the West, but globally, why shouldn\u2019t Chopin be celebrated in Tirana?<\/h4>\n

Those who reject even the best of their heritage are lobotomizing themselves. Go for it!<\/h4>\n

In my building, I\u2019m friendly with a man roughly my age. Introducing himself, he said, \u201cJust remember me as the guy with the hat,\u201d and sure enough, he always wears the same baseball cap.<\/h4>\n

Like many Albanians, he has emigrated, but returned after only a few years in Greece. Vaguely dreaming of America, he entered the immigration lottery<\/a><\/span>, and actually won, but by then, he has changed his mind.<\/h4>\n

\u201cI have a cousin in Illinois,\u201d he said. \u201cHe told me Albania is better.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cI agree,\u201d I laughed.<\/h4>\n

\u201cReally? I should tell people you said that.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cIn every American city, there are homeless people all over. If you go to San Francisco, for example, you\u2019ll see homeless people all around City Hall, right in the center! Many of them have gone crazy. Many are on drugs. They shit in the streets!\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cHmmm.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cThere are almost no homeless in Tirana.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cWe have family. We take care of each other.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cThere are beggars here, but not too many.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cMost of them are Gypsies.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cIs your cousin in Chicago?\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure. Maybe just Illinois. Every year, he comes to Albania and stays for six months. He wants to retire here.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cDoes he have children?\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cThree. Two boys, one girl. They are big.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cHave they been back here?\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cNo, they work, all the time. They have good jobs, but they can\u2019t get married,\u201d he chuckled.<\/h4>\n

Near us, there were half a dozen boys playing. Hearing English, they decided to join in, but their vocabulary was limited to just \u201chello!\u201d and \u201chi!\u201d<\/h4>\n

Walking down a side street, I heard \u201chello\u201d repeatedly, but there was no one in front or behind me. Perplexed, I finally looked up to see two small boys inside a sixth-floor window. \u201cHello! Hello!\u201d I returned their greetings, waves and smiles.<\/h4>\n

My North Macedonian friend, Alex<\/span><\/a>, has a peculiar habit. As we wandered through the back streets of rarely visited towns like Veles<\/span><\/a> and Shtip<\/span><\/a>, little kids would sometimes get very excited to see me, so Alex had to answer their questions. When they asked Alex where he was from, however, he\u2019d also say, \u201c\u0410\u043c\u0435\u0440\u0438\u043a\u0430!\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cWhy did you say that?\u201d I asked.<\/h4>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s more exciting for them! If I told them I was North Macedonian, they\u2019d think, Who cares? Now, they can go home and brag about seeing two Americans today!\u201d<\/h4>\n

\"\"<\/a>Though Albania is wide open, there are very few tourists here. In 2 \u00bd months, I\u2019ve only seen eight Orientals on the streets, plus two Chinese cooks inside restaurants<\/a><\/span>. I\u2019ve chanced upon American English maybe ten times, but Italian just twice. Once, I ran into a group of Turks. I\u2019ve never gone this long without seeing a single black.<\/h4>\n

It has been raining too much, but with more reliable sunshine, visitors will come. Ali, a taxi driver, certainly hopes so.<\/h4>\n

Impulsively one morning, I paid Ali $24 to take me to Durres, 24 miles away. It\u2019s a pretty good deal, and Ali could surely use my business. Too often, I see him just standing around near the Swiss Embassy, his usual spot. This also gave us a chance to chatter.<\/h4>\n

Like the man with the hat, Ali has also gone abroad. He spent six years in Australia.<\/h4>\n

\u201cWow! How did you get a visa for that?\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cI paid,\u201d meaning to the right people.<\/h4>\n

After sweating his ass off at various menial jobs, and saving almost nothing, Ali returned to Tirana, his hometown.<\/h4>\n

Here, Ali got a job driving trucks, then buses, before becoming a cabbie 15 years ago. Until the Covid mess, everything was going fine.<\/h4>\n

Ali also got married then, so his son is almost 14, and his daughter, 10. He showed me their photos.<\/h4>\n

\u201cNice kids! Are they good students?\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Ali laughed.<\/h4>\n

As his name indicates, Ali is Muslim<\/a><\/span>, but only nominally.<\/h4>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Ramadan,\u201d I noted, \u201cbut all the restaurants are busy. Nobody is fasting!\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cSome people are. My kids are fasting. I\u2019m not.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re better Muslims than you are!\u201d<\/h4>\n

Ali just shrugged.<\/h4>\n

After the collapse of Communism in 1991, thousands of Albanian boat people fled to Italy from Durres. This ugly, chaotic exodus lasted until the end of that decade.<\/h4>\n

Now, Durres is a very pleasant<\/span><\/a> city with an elegant seaside promenade. Before Covid, ferries departed often for Bari, Ancona and even Trieste (where James Joyce spent nearly a decade). Soon, buses will resume their daily routes to Athens.<\/h4>\n

\"\"<\/a>Basking in sea breeze-tempered sunshine, I watched parents pushing strollers, a stern boy bouncing a ball<\/a><\/span> and three tots on swings<\/a><\/span>. Busking, a beer bellied, middle-aged man tooted his clarinet. A stand briskly sold \u201cPetulla te Gjyshi\u201d [\u201cGrandpa\u2019s Fried Dough<\/a><\/span>\u201d].<\/h4>\n

As you\u2019re tucked into your novel nightmare, Albanians have quite impressively exited theirs. How bad was it?<\/h4>\n

An escapee risked being shot or jailed for years, and if he manages to get out, a family member would be arrested instead. For trying to flee, poet Uran Kostreci was locked up for two decades.<\/h4>\n

Just getting into Albania was very difficult. Defining the border as \u201ca checkpoint against foreign ideology,\u201d Enver Hoxha declared that \u201cThe People\u2019s Republic of Albania is closed to enemies, spies, hippie tourists and other vagabonds.\u201d<\/h4>\n

First of, Albania was not a republic, much less a \u201cpeople\u2019s republic,\u201d and there\u2019s no ideology more foreign to Albania than Jewish Marxism, in any permutation. A fanatical us-against-them mindset is the Jewish core. A dictator, Hoxha ruled Albania for 40 years, until his death.<\/h4>\n

Of the hundreds of Hoxha statues that once dotted this poor land, only one remains that\u2019s not damaged. A ten-foot bronze, it lies in the basement of the former museum in Labinot, a Communist stronghold.<\/h4>\n

In 1975, the Albanian government posted this guideline:<\/h4>\n
    \n
  1. \n

    The border authorities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs do not allow the entrance into the People\u2019s Republic of Albania of all those foreigners who, with their appearance go against the norms of the socialist aesthetics, such as men with long hair like women, with exaggerated sideburns, with irregular beards and with inappropriate clothing, and women with mini and maxi skirts.<\/h4>\n<\/li>\n
  2. \n

    Persons with extravagant clothing and irregular appearance [\u2026] may enter into the People\u2019s Republic of Albania only if they choose to be adjusted (to cut their hair, to dress normally) [\u2026]<\/h4>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    To facilitate such adjustments, a barbershop and a store with socialist-approved clothing were available at Albanian borders.<\/h4>\n

    Even eight years ago, Albania was still a wreck, apparently, at least according to an unsolicited account I just received.<\/h4>\n

    Reading about me being sick in Tirana, a reader emailed to say that he had come here in 2013, to be somewhere \u201cas ugly as [he] felt\u201d!<\/h4>\n

    An American living in France, he had spent a year in \u201cherpes hell,\u201d which he had gotten from \u201can attractive empty vessel who worked in the Paris fashion scene.\u201d<\/h4>\n

    Bald, loveless, with \u201ca ruined penis\u201d and nearly broke, he thought about killing himself, then \u201chad a better idea\u201d:<\/h4>\n

    I would identify the most miserable country on Earth and I would go there. Anything but suicide. I wanted to be somewhere as ugly as I felt. I wanted to see bleak, closed, hard faces. I wanted to see mute wifebeaters and battered women caked in whore makeup. So I went to Albania. I wandered around Tirana with sores on my dick for a few days, considering suicide. One day I found this weird field next to the train station, just a big garbage-strewn negative space at the heart of the city. There were fetid ponds, plastic bags everywhere, and little paths through the half-dead grass. An old Balkan crone squatted next to one of the paths with a few carrots and onions spread out on a scarf in front of her. Men in tracksuits with brutal pimp faces came and went. I went to the center of the field, squatted down, and dug through the trash a little. I found a broken teacup, an old domino, and a playing card. It was Christmas Day. I felt like I was at the negative center of the universe. Here I was, at ground zero of our ruined Jew world with pus coming out of sores on my dick surrounded by the most ugly and corrupted goyim on Earth, the despised and despicable Albanian race.<\/h4>\n

    That\u2019s some beautiful writing about an ugly situation. Today\u2019s Tirana, though, is nothing like that.<\/h4>\n

    \"\"<\/a>Though many of the buildings are drab<\/a><\/span>, each Tirana street is lively<\/a><\/span> with cafes<\/a><\/span>, bars<\/a><\/span>, restaurants<\/span><\/a> and shops<\/span><\/a>, and the people are very pleasant, mellow and lovely.<\/h4>\n

    Most are slim and not misshapen. Children are well behaved and not agitated. Young men don\u2019t sneer or bluster. Many women are confidently beautiful. The old are dignified.<\/h4>\n

    Though Albania is one of Europe\u2019s poorest<\/span><\/a> countries, with an extremely high emigration rate, its social fabric is more intact than in more advanced nations. Its great men are justly revered. It\u2019s also freer and more open, and as safe as any, with no mugging or riot around any corner.<\/h4>\n

    Unlike in Philadelphia, I don\u2019t wake up each morning to news of another murder or two. There were 499 in the City of Brotherly Love in 2020!<\/h4>\n

    The United States will never catch up to Albania.<\/h4>\n

    Linh Dinh\u2019s<\/em><\/strong> latest book is Postcards from the End of America<\/span><\/a>. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog<\/span><\/a><\/em><\/h4>\n

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