By Uncle Monty
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From what I have concluded, the poorest and most marginalized
parents on the streets of Albania’s capital of Tirana, had the most
neglected and deprived children helping them to publicly beg.
When I caught up with one gang that I photographed (caption
photo above) of seven little street kidz all begging on Luigj
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When a two years old mutters something about needing food,
horde after that at least for that day …
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panhandlers. I carried small change around with me
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Kidz Collecting Scrap at Xhamia Xhura.
On the outskirts of the City of Tirana, I went to
the Xhamia Xhura mosque area and saw young
kidz (shown above) and out of school there at the
housing projects collecting whatever scrap metal
they could to sell. It’s not uncommon to also see
such kidz going thru heaps of garbage trying to find
things they can salvage for money along with gathering
empty aluminium soda cans to sell by weight. Women,
both young and old, I also saw doing the same thing.
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Myself with more of the Tirana Urchins.
The Urchins of Tirana don't have much of a future
if Albania fails to provide a social safety net for them. And the
parents who should least have any more deprived children,
will probably go ahead and have more brought into this
world that will certainly be rather bleak for those children, too.
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As for City of Tirana itself, the place is thick with dust, reeks of
refuse, garbage galore, missing drain covers, countless potholes,
piles of rubble that are left at where they first appeared, along
with dead dogs and cats just left on the streets and other starving
creatures destined to cruelly die on the same streets because few
people will feed the wandering dogz and catz. But I did.
I took them slices of cooked ham and milkwith plastic bowls
so that I could randomly feed some of the poor
thingz I bumped intofrom this to that street.
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I hate to see cruelty to children and animals because of
humanity’s refusal to help them. Thus, The Urchins of
Tirana are simply a manifestation of the overall neglect
I found not only of the overall physical infrastructure
at Tirana, but also more acutely at the socia
l service and housing levels.
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The Xhamia Xhura Neighbourhood
Yet, on the other hand, the Tirana public school kidz
I saw arriving at two downtown schools were neatly
dressed, diffident, respectiful and their manners seemed
almost quaint against the loud backdrop of the many vile,
rude and common academy school kidz and hoodies of
England today. Tirana isn’t a multi-racial society at all
and thus there’s a sense of secure homogeneity in the air
and unlike London which now suffers from its hysterical
heterogeneity that has been created by the contrived social
and political imposition of its forced multicultural society
upon the now subdued professional classes. The Urchins
of Tirana are, ironically, heterogeneous for being who they
are as a subculture in an otherwise majority homogeneous
society that is deeply etched in the psyche and
drama of what is Albania today.
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When I asked an American-educated Albanian
university math graduate about the problem of
homelessness in such Balkan countries like Albania,
she pointedly said: “Excuse me, but what problem?
She went on to add that Europeans “invent”
problems that are “manufactured” by them and
don’t really exist only for social engineers who want
to look and “sound humane” and “academically
savvy.” As for the street urchins, she rubbished my
view that they should be helped to get off the streets
and given a proper education, etc. “They get off the
street when it gets very COLD. We don’t need to
get them off the street the weather does it for us.”
She felt education had no practical use for
such kidz and that whatever education they
would be given would only teach them how
to “better beg" and work even less.
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The Urchins of Tirana are the most visible to
any visitor to the city like me. But I suspect
that thousands of other children of poverty are
hidden from view and never seen by the
visiting public all over today’s Albania, which
has a growing population of around 3½ million
citizens according to the CIA online handbook
about the country. What steps, if any, the central
and local governments are trying to do for such
children and their families I do not know in what
is now being called “an emerging democracy”
out of the once rigidly atheistic, totalitarian
State, of Enver Hoxha. Hopefully, things will
get better and better for all Albanians and
especially for her poor and deprived children.
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While Tirana is now a rather dirt poor city, there
are clear signs of an emerging free economy and
a rising capitalistic class that hopefully will bring
greater prosperity to the community to enact
social and welfare programs to protect and help
the most vunerable street children in the coming
future. Visiting the Tirana International Hotal at
downtown Skanderberg Square shows evidence
of an improving economy and also the building of
a massive new cathedral, there are still too many
pockets of blighted development and unfinished
edifices and unpaved roads that a focussed
economy will eventually take care of thru such
avenues of open foreign tourism – that brings in
much needed hard currency – and the creation of
new service and manufacturing jobs and start
ups of independent local businesses for the young
Albanians as they graduate from high school and
college.
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Should I return to Albania in perhaps the next
five to ten years and I then see no more “Urchins of
made alot more needed progress for her future
betterment. I hope so just for the poor children’s
sake at least …
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Truly, Uncle Monty.
+The Third Sunday after Easter, 2oo8.
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PS. On arrival back in London early this
morning, here I see it's SNOWING and even
sticking to the ground on what is supposed to
be a spring day not a winter's one. So from the
low 80's at Tirana and low 70's at Rome,
I am now freezing cold despite my nice
suntan ... Bloody England is always wet
and cold and so dreary ...
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The New Cathedral (above) being built at Tirana.
Look carefully at the photo I took and notice
at least two of the workers on top of the dome.
I almost feared they'd tumble down with the
gusts of wind and dust swirlling around us all.
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