Tirana Quotes

“We must fight within the framework of the Republican Constitution,' they say. And the bourgeoisie says, 'Fight as much as you like within the bars of the cage of my Constitution because this does me no harm.”
― Enver Hoxha, Eurocommunism Is Anti-Communism

“Zjarri i oxhakut paskej qenë paralajmërim për një jetë të ashpër. Universitetin e kryeva 9 vjet pas gjimnazit. Jo për ç’ka kërkova, letërsi. Më dërguan për inxhinier miniere! Shkova se duhej një shkollë e lartë, duheshin disa vite Tirane. Më vonë do të merrnin vlerën e viteve pranë “tiranisë së Tiranës”. Ditën që na dhanë diplomat, nuk provova asnjë gëzim. Ndonse edhe për shkrimtarët, asokohe, thuhej se ishin “inxhinierë të shpirtrave njerëzorë”!”
― Faruk Myrtaj

“Although the proletariat in the capitalist states may be dressed in the nylon materials which the 'consumer society' produces, in fact it remains the proletariat.”
― Enver Hoxha, Eurocommunism Is Anti-Communism

“It was an oblong, two-storey building with crumbling, dirty-red roof tiles and mauve plasterwork on the outside walls that had fallen off in chunks. Across it the faded slogan ‘Long Live the Albanian Communist Party’ was flaking off. It now had a wooden plaque on the door reading ‘Shënomadh Church’: an epitaph for the ideology that had claimed Albania as ‘the world’s first atheist state’, thought Jude.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer