159 votes

2025-05-22 18:03:20 / IDE NGA NELI DEMI

159 votes

There are numbers that weigh more than they seem. Not in size, but in meaning. This is the weight of a voice that did not shout, that did not promise, that did not buy, that did not sell fear. It is my voice and that of those few who decided to believe in another way of doing politics.
I am not surprised. But yes, I am disappointed! Not by the people, nor by myself. But by a system that has made change invisible, impossible, unheard. A system that does not ban alternatives but ridicules them. It does not persecute them but ignores them. And when it cannot exclude them, it undoes them through the lack of collective hope.
One of the most frequent questions I have been asked these days is: “Why did you choose to run with KEA and Lulzim Basha?”
I have listened with open ears and a clear mind. For many, this choice has become synonymous with failure, silence, and distrust. But for me, it was neither a compromise nor a calculation. It was the choice not to seek a safe political haven, but a space where I can speak freely and not be held hostage to dictated silences. And this was given to me.
I have been told several times, with kindness, but also with strong implications: “You have values, but you are in the wrong house.” I have heard this both before and after the elections. As a suggestion, as a criticism, sometimes even as a call for “salvation.”
But what is the “right house”? Is it the one where they give you the most votes, but ask you to keep quiet about this or that? Is it the one where you have to pretend not to see, to benefit from the filth that drowns this country? Is it the one where speech is not asked for honesty, but for political effect?
​​The choice to be with Lulzim Basha was not only political. It was also ethical. I decided to join him precisely when he made the decision to expel Sali Berisha after he was declared “persona non grata”, at a time when many others were leaving, or were remaining silent. Until that moment, I had not been part of active politics. It was precisely this decision that convinced me that another way of doing politics with dignity, responsibility, without fear and without debts to the past could be built there.
Lulzim Basha is not perfect and he knows this himself. But I have not seen in him any trace of the old diseases of Albanian politics: neither the thirst for revenge, nor the need for control, nor the moral corruption that hides behind “efficiency”.
He has been rejected not for what he has done, but for what he has not been. He has not been brutal, he has not been populist, he has not been dishonest. And this, unfortunately, has not been “convincing” for a large part of public opinion, which seeks more spectacle than substance, more revenge than justice.
I didn't get into politics to move house every time the weather changes. I don't care that "I'm not in the place that brings me the most votes."
I am only concerned about the idea that someone might think that my words do not belong to me, but are simply strategies.
No, they are not! And precisely because they are not, I will continue to speak even without a microphone, without a podium, and without a mandate.
I did not enter politics to necessarily make a career. I entered to prove that words still have value. And that honesty, even when it does not reward you with votes, keeps you at peace with yourself.
My time is not over.
Maybe it has just begun.

 

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