You don't read.

2025-11-11 21:23:56 / IDE NGA EDISON YPI

You don't read.

You eat, drink, dress, wear, have fun. But you are not at peace. You do not feel happy. You have complaints. Your heart does not beat well. Your lungs do not fill. You do not taste and do not digest food properly. It is good to be well. You will suffer until you die. Because you do not read.
Your country has suffered one of the most criminal dictatorships in the world. Now it is a free country. You who do not read do not make this distinction.
You drink coffee, contemplate humanity, you are surprised and upset why not everyone thinks like you, and coffee seems poison to you. Coffee will become poison and poison because you, because you do not read, cannot understand the dizzying variety of human characters. Meanwhile, your claim that others should be like you, that is, that no one should read, would be the end of the world.
When you see new houses, villas, beautiful courtyards, even with blue pools in the outskirts of the city, you start shouting; They've been drugged. Come on, they say, come to your senses, they've worked on the curbs, they've lifted mortar and concrete on their backs on the seventh and eighth floors. They've done the work of cranes and bulldozers. They didn't build them in a day, but brick by brick with a thousand struggles for years and years. There are hundreds of thousands of new houses in Albania. The world doesn't have that many drug addicts. It's useless. There's no explanation that will convince you that you don't read, and since you don't read, you don't understand.
You've been wandering around "abroad" for a while. You tell your friends that an Italian is like this, a German is like that, a Greek is like that, a Turk is like that, and you give them all a nickname. The definitions that no scholar and no encyclopedia dare to make, you dare to give to animals that don't read.
Passing through the beauties of nature, forests, mountain gorges, river flows, you see here and there old bridges, ruined walls of ancient castles, strange faces of local residents. And you are surprised. And you do not believe. Because you who do not read, nor travel, not traveling do not believe. Not believing, you do not feel.
You bribe the clerk, the doctor, and then slander them. You act so foolishly because you do not read.
You do not remember Hamlet's monologue, one of Noli's Introductions, Lasgush's Mall, Tatyana's Letter to Onegin, but you repeat disgusting jokes from social films. You do not read, that's why.
You say that the dictator committed crimes but also did some good things. The best thing the dictator did is the worst thing on the face of the Earth, you who do not read.
You vote, and the next day you complain to the person who voted for you. This chatter happens because you don't read.
You imagine the inside of books as chatter; He knocked one winter night, entered, sat by the fireplace, warmed himself on the brazier, scratched, got angry, shouted, slammed the door, left. Most books are really like that. But you who don't read don't know that the few good books there are are incomparably more valuable than the whole mess of books with braziers, embers, scratching, getting angry, crashing, running away.
You have no success with women. And you start slandering and gossiping about those poor things in vain. Women, their mysterious castles, their breathtaking hideaways, their sweet naughtiness, are defeated by compliments. You don't know how to give compliments, because you don't read.
You post photos of yourself eating in front of you on Facebook. It's more shameful than going out in the city naked. You do this shame because you don't read.
Do you sometimes see people on TV talking about books, reciting poetry. You are surprised, and you say to yourself; What do these unfortunate people need reading for? Meanwhile, the unfortunate and the unfortunate one is you who don't read.
You who don't read are the greatest instigator of the bastards of Literature, bad authors, graphomaniacs, delirious people, those who expect to be praised by nonexistent readers like you.
You who do not read are the greatest discourager of those who know how to write but trouble has come to you because you do not read.
You who do not read do all sorts of evil things; You sell votes, steal, spy, gossip, intrigue, do not work, become a bandit, criminal, corrupt, mafia.
The experiences of humanity, the Sciences, the Arts, the good, the bad, the sweet, the bitter, are all in books that you do not read.
You who do not read are the raw material of all evils; bad politics, bad governance, bad literature, bad media.
You who do not read are your own catastrophe and the misfortune of others.
You who do not read are a shell that even the Devil does not need.

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