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Sinan's kiss, the father of Skanderbeg, Poppy, Queen, Hercules and Hitler!
2023-11-06 10:27:06 / IDE
A winter ago, on a rainy day, I went to Shengjin to take pictures. It was very windy and after I had taken pictures with dozens of Afghans who live in Shengjin, like at a train station, I was walking on the promenade, when the sun, which had just emerged from a cloud, started to warm up.
Before the sun went down again, I saw a couple kissing on the lips. From the faces it seemed that they were not young, while from the kiss it seemed that they were not old. They still had lust and this surprised me, as it happens to every person who comes from a big city with the thought that sex and love have left the small towns over time. Their kiss was very strong and irresistible. She was loud, always accompanied by hands and took a long time.
The woman looked bigger than the man. Both of them were wearing red overalls, which didn't seem like a coincidence, but a decision they had made together to combine during that romantic walk on the beach. Underneath the red tutu, the woman was wearing a pair of purple pants that bulged a little at her stomach, to show that she had not only given birth often, but was also relatively old.
While the man who was following her to kiss her, he had black hair that looked like it had just been dyed with pitch. He had blue eyes that sparkled in the sun that morning, and in addition to his red tutu, he wore a pair of skinny jeans that cinched in at the waist with a thick belt with gold studs.
If I wasn't in Shengjin, I would feel like I was in New York. That man who held his wife tightly as if he had a lover, would be a star in Martin Scorcese's films. With the help of Scorcese and his many henchmen, he could easily kill anyone and with his glass eyes he could easily throw anyone. Robert De Niro, Al Pacino and all the renegade New York Italians who idle around in these movies would be honored to be his disciples.
As they both came towards me, I snapped a few photos and motioned for them to stop. When I asked them to kiss the man grabbed the woman's face and sucked it with his octopus lips. A little later they left, one after the other, and the woman seemed to say to him, you see us on TV kissing, while the man made wild movements with his hands as if to say, whose crack today is Sunday.
A month ago, walking in Skenderbe Square, I saw a man sitting on a bench with a boy who looked a lot like him. Where are you, I say, do you remember me? I don't remember you, he said and stood up. I photographed you in Shengijn with your wife. Don't do it, he said, my wife is dead. I told him when he died. A few months ago, he left me alone. Yes, I told him, who is he? This is my son said, I have five children. I told him where he lives. Now I live where I can, my cousins took my house. I'm Ben Blushi, I told him. Oh man, said the man, how did I not recognize you, you have grown a beard. Yes, I have changed, I told him. I saw you in the parliament, he was strong, he told the boy. I took a picture of your father and mother kissing on the lips, I told the boy. Well, I was strong with women, said the man. Goodbye, I told him, maybe we'll see each other again and I'll give him the picture to hang on the wall of the house. If I ever have a house, said the man. Who knows, I said. God save you Ben Blushi, said the man.
I ran away and walking around Tirana, I remembered that for the second time I had not asked him what his name was.
Yesterday, while reading useless news on the Internet, I saw that the man I had photographed in Shengjin had died three days ago. His name was Sinan Paja. He was a tik tok character who cursed doctors in hospitals, danced and made fun of people. He had spent many years in prison under communism for wearing long hair and tight jeans. He was from Zheje, a village near Mamurras, which has the ability to produce strange and unique people. When he was released from prison, he married and gave birth to five children whom he named Skenderbe, Poppy, Queen, Hercules and Hitler.
Some time ago, Sinan had made a public appeal to a guy named Don Jones, also a New York gang, to come and take Poppy as his wife, otherwise he would kill her. Poppy was his tik tok muse and the happy companion in the dances that father and daughter often did through the streets of Saranda, where they had moved to live in recent months.
This was Sinan Paja. I wish I had known him better. I don't know why he died. Maybe out of sadness. His kiss for the dead woman was unforgettable and he must have missed her dearly. So I am posting it as a memorial to their children and as a consolation.
Maybe the kids like it and hang it on the wall at home, where we all keep mom and dad when they were happy.
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