”The murdered of the 18 year old, found beheaded in Durrës, is an elderly person, fellow villager of the victim.
According to the police, the suspect of the crime is 80 year old Shaban Norja, who for a long time abused the victim sexually and it is suspected to be the father of the baby that the 18 year old carried. In a special press conference, the Police Directorate of Durrës has stated that police has arrested the suspected author of the crime.”
It’s a rainy day in Tirana. There is still that picture in front of Opera, in the ground ,someone took away the candles this morning, leaving only a few wet flowers . Someone stops, someone looks away, someone leaves on the ground another flower. A child cleans the photo from raindrops for a better look at the girl. People, one thousand or more people…Faces, smiles, eyes melancholy and worried maybe; everyone has something to do today: go to work, take the bus, prepare the lunch, be normal, ordinary.
And the busiest road is once again that one of silence.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.