When I started reading Teuta Metra's book, "On the other side", I had a premonition that I would enter a magical world. Page after page, I was not only enjoying her art, I was once again recalling the difficult situation of Albania in the 90s, when democracy was just flourishing. A narrative that transcends time limits, with a simple language, but rich in expressions and images. Time break and suspense are the tools that Teuta knew how to weave best, giving us a real story. Within this reality is layered the magic of the art of her speech. Within this harsh reality, there breathes the magic of love, love for life, for what you have and for what you have lost, that now, through memories, rediscovers the unsaid of ourselves, that sometimes even we ourselves do not dare to tell ourselves.
The heroes of "On the other side" are heroes not because they have done any heroic deed, of taking a rifle in war, but they are heroes because they challenge reality and rise above their pain, finding the strength to move forward. They are heroes because they saw themselves in all directions: sometimes they flew in the endless skies of love, sometimes they fell on the sharp rocks of bitterness, of pain, carrying on their shoulders the rock of difficulties. Their ordeal has stories and events that many will find fictional, but not everything is real, because that's how life was.
There have been times, that from time to time I have seen myself, a part of my life in these characters. That's why I say that the heroes of this novel are both earthly heroes, with their tangible part, as well as divine, with the power of their strength to enjoy life, even though they have been slapped constantly.