Winning Essays 2013 Form 6-9

Winning Essays 2013

6th Form Group

Roel Shyte from Leskovik

I will talk with the chickens and tell them to be my spy. They will see everything happened in the world and then I will take all the information. When a man do a crime I will be the one who will know that. I will teach them kung fu. And all the chickens of the world will protect me. They will be the best FBI cops. I will be their commander. With too much training we will be the best SWAT police. The name of this team will be: The Chicken Team. We will be too rich and too famous and if I sell a chicken from that team it will cost: 100,000,000,000 $ I will be rich if I sell all of the chickens!? I don’t know what I will do if I can’t understand the chickens. Maybe I will go home and sleep now.

Topic: You wake up one morning and can understand chickens. They never shut up. What do you do?

Anxhela Shyte from Fier

Topic: You wake up one morning and can understand chickens. They never shut up. What do you do?

It was one normal morning from 365 mornings of 1993. I was waked up from the noise of my old clock. Nothing looked different, till the moment I went to pick up some eggs for my breakfast. I realized something really strange had happened… I… I… was singing. Wow. Why was I singing? What happened I never had singed again since my wife died. And can you believe the song I was singing? A happy song but later I realized something more important it was my marriage song. The song me and my wife sang when we was getting married. I started thinking I was crazy. But trust me this isn’t the problem I’m talking about. Something even more strange was happening. I suddenly started crying but this is not the point. The point is that someone was speaking to me. But who. Around I couldn’t see anyone. I started looking and I heard the same voice this time telling me to be strong, the problems are made for human and humans are going to solve them. At this point I turned around and saw m favorite chicken standing next to me. A moment later it was holding my hand. Wow x 2. My chicken was holding my hand. At that moment I was one hundred % sure that I was crazy. But why was this happening? Was that punishment from God to being cute, hot and for sure extremely smart. When I thought this I realized I was 100% mad. But anyway why? I kept thinking about all this while my chickens were next to me. Actually hugging me and speaking to me. I was confused for a moment but then I suddenly got scared and I grabbed a stick and tried to hit the chickens. But I got beaten very bad in my head from my pig. Wow x 3. My pig just beat me. Wow x 4. What was my dog trying to do to me. He grabbed me from my shirt and sent me into my old truck. Wow x 5. My car was a rocket. Wow x 5. Look at all these wows. (I’m going to stop with the wows it’s getting boring.) My pig was driving my rocket car well he was sitting in the drivers seat. My favorite chicken Dolly told me what happened. She told me that my wife didn’t actually die but was kidnapped by some vampires that live in Mars. For once in my life I tried to listen to my chicken like I had no other choice. After a few seconds we was on our trip to Mars. And a few seconds later we were fighting with vampires. But I got a bite from a vampire and transformed into a vampire too. This was awful now because the animals were angry that I was a vampire now. In the middle I saw my wife. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so hot and so perfect I wasn’t careful anymore and I just got bitten in the arm. I was a vampire. I could run very fast. I ran into the crowd to talk with my wife again but she wasn’t there when I got there. With her was her boyfriend. I’m sorry readers but I have to do this WOW X 7. My wife has a boyfriend and both of them tried to KILL ME. First I was confused and I got bitten again in the arm. Then I was angry. I was the one who tried to kill my wife. But her boyfriend protected her. A moment later I was on the ground and my wife had a knife and a gun like a potato on the same hand. Weird huh? At that moment she shot me… here I woke up. I was on a sleep. I had fallen asleep during my favorite show. Then I saw my wife with a knife and a potato on her hand. I got so scared. I screamed like a girl. (I know what you’re thinking but, I’m not going to say WOW X 8). That’s the reason why I hate chickens and that I live in the Artic right now. There’s the only place without chickens.

THE END. WOW X 9

7th Form Group

Irvi Cela from Burrel

Topic: Imagine the food in your refrigerator could talk. When the door is closed, what do you think they talk about? What do they say to each other?

I think that foods have a lot of fun with each other. Maybe they organize a part or talk about humans beings. Food with different flavors always fight. For example, beef hates cherries. I think that melons are really lazy so they never get involved in the conversations that other foods do. Strawberries talk too much. They make gossips about the human being. They may look really marvelous but they aren’t friendly at all. French fries are great! They have an adorable sense of humor and they are perfect listeners, I mean they listen to somebody even if others are getting bored. Chocolate and biscuits are good friends. They always talk about how to keep their body in a perfect shape. They’re fat so they work out all day. The apple pie’s dream is to be a lawyer. She always talks about morality, laws and rules. She is kind but a little bit strict. Bananas and cherries are so romantic. They hope and dream about a life filled with love and respect. Celery, lettuce and other green leafy vegetables don’t like their looks (appearance). They like to imagine how they would be if they would be able to create themselves again. In the refrigerator kingdom no one is allowed to be evil, even if some foods don’t execute this “law”. Anyway, they share their home and they should be friends. They pass all the time there. They know everybody’s likes and dislikes. Nobody reigns, and that’s god. Foods know how to have fun!

Vefiana Shkurti from Vlore

Topic: Imagine the food in your refrigerator could talk. When the door is closed, what do you think they talk about? What do they say to each other?

What would happen if the food in our refrigerator could talk? In this case the imagination is too far from the. Imagine if the milk could sing or read… it would be funny! When the fridge is closed, do they talk or discuss with each other? This is a question without an answer because everyone has his own one.

I think they talk with each other just for trivial things, maybe for things that we humans can’t understand. Obviously, they can talk about boring chatters or gossips. Maybe the food has its own language. For example, a potato talks only for things relating to “her”. I imagine a “lazy potato”. Maybe this is the reason why we say to someone “a couch potato” when it is lazy and talks about boring things.

A refrigerator is a strange world. Maybe it has cities or villages. For instance, the first floor is a big city called: “The Vegetables”. There can live the tomatoes, the cucumbers and all the vegetables. In the second floor or the second city, called “Sweeties” can live the milk, the fruit, juice, chocolate and al the sweeties food that we love so much. Finally, in the last city and the biggest, called “Freezy”, lives the ice and the freezed meat. Besides, there are some small villages, where live the eggs. Imagine the eggs running away when we open the fridge!!

Everyone loves food. It is something that no one couldn’t live without. For me, food is love with the first sight. I can’t live without chocolates or vegetables (even though I don’t like them so much). It is probable that the food hates us, cause we EAT them!! Maybe they scream or they go as fast as they can when we look at them with those greedy eyes. Maybe they hate us as much as we hate thieves or killers when they want to attack us. We all should admire that we are grateful to food.

8th Form Group

Enxhi Hysa from Burrel

Topic: What would happen if children ruled the world?

It may be hard to imagine a world ruled by kids. In fact it’s very funny! But being a kid makes it easier to create the image of this wonderful world!

First of all I would like to imagine what wouldn’t happen. There wouldn’t be any war. All of us would live in peace. How wonderful is that? I think kids would build lots of playgrounds to begin with. Than, the best part: NO SCHOOL!!! Everyone would be free to do whatever they like.

The buildings would be colorful, the pavements full of paintings and the same thing about the walls. There would be a playground and a circus tent in every neighborhood.

You are free to eat as many candies as you want. No one can stop you from doing what you like; for example playing all day, watching TV, etc. (playing computer games or PS games.)

There would be special towns and villages where adults would live in. This maybe a problem cause we need adults to do things we can’t like taking care of us. If the world would be ruled by children, it would look as a beautiful rose ready to bloom.

There would be no pollution cause kids use bicycles. And a very important thing: we would be free from technology that has caged us. You wake up in the morning, no one forces you to brush your teeth, you eat food full of sugar, coca cola (not pepsi!), original coca cola 1 ment!! After finishing this you choose to watch TV or play with your friends or other things.

But the greatest change would be in our psychological health. Adults spend their lifes thinking about a way to create a easier and happier life for themselves and their families. They get stressed, depressed and a bad physical health. Children would be way more different. We would be happy with what we have and not think of getting a better life. We could be happy with ourselves and happy with each other. Because a world ruled by children is a world ruled by love! It would be a perfect world. Maybe that’s why it can’t exist!

9th Form Group

Gloria Hoxhallari from Kucove

Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.

Even the bones are getting on my nerves. What’s up with these guys? I haven’t seen them in days. And they are supposed to love me and care about me. That’s unfair. Well then, if they continue to behave like that, it’s me who’s gonna teach them a lesson.

Having 4 legs and an awful belt around my neck sure won’t help me. So what can I do? Pretend to sleep for days so they’ll think something’s wrong with me and will probably take me to that stupid man who points those sharp and scary things at me. It’s painful, excruciatingly painful but those giant creatures that raise me apparently don’t care. They don’t even let me go outside. Do they think I’m having fun in this boring house? It’s so boring I want to cry. There are no rubbish bins to play with, no pretty young ladies to tease. “Lady”. I like this word. Don’t be surprised we dogs understand human’s world, language I even know some difficult words. Spelling is another problem, we can’t speak, we bark and it’s more funny, naughty and playful then human’s elegant smooth words that tune my ears.

I’m the one who knows everything about this family. They just come to me and open their mind, tell me their problems, their worries, their dreams and desires, maybe because they think I don’t get them but I know that Rose is feeling sad because something has happened to Charles and they are good friends. They always stay together. I’ve even seen them putting their lips together. I don’t know why they possibly do it but it’s strangely enjoyable. If only I could try it with Rose. That’s another Rose, like me. But I call her like that because they are both beautiful. Only the thought of her lovely eyes, her long soft ears, her courageous and firm walk stir up goose bumps. It’s an expression I’ve learnt from Tom, the youngest kid of the family. He tells me everything he learns, biology, geography, math, history, literature. Out of all of them I like math. That’s because I like numbers. I even try to form them with my s***, that’s what it’s called right?

Unfortunately, I never meet Rose and it’s not only because she doesn’t like me like I do, but these a******** that raise me won’t let me. Can’t they understand my feelings and my inner world? I’d even like to have little Roses with her. I want a family, please Bone God (that’s the god of dogs) help me convince Rose and my family to marry her. I don’t even want a ceremony, I just want her to sit near me, to eat, drink together, to run, walk, my actual life means nothing without her.

Why don’t they bring her but huge creatures that just put their big hands over me and squeeze me in their warm arms. Well, I don’t want that. I want Rose and bones and a small house. I terribly hate this place, just surrounded b infinite furniture and big black gadgets, totally unnecessary for a healthy life. We don’t have a TV or a computer but they are entertaining. I like those interesting changeable picture son the screen but sometimes they scare me or remind me of Rose and the bitterness of not having what I love. I still remember the day I saw her for the first time. We were walking slowly doing the busy Sunday street when I turned my head because I heard a dog bark. I saw the most amazing thing in my life: she was in a shop corner looking at the shop window as though she wanted to buy something. It was a clothes shop, maybe she really wanted. I wish I could buy her all the wealth and beauty that exists in the world.

I’m listening to steps. Somebody is coming back. Back to the former god. Still angry at them. I have to pretend I’m sleeping. Ok goodnight. Maybe they’ll really change their attitude and will treat me better. I deserve it, I’m a good dog, not boasting. If god helps me I’ll manage to get of the vet.

Redina Zani from Gramsh

Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.

My god! What is this world, where is my mum now that I need her so much. Ow! I feel I should eat something but what? I don’t have anything! Why is life so cruel with me, while the others are so comfortable with their new families. Oh wait a second I smell something. What’s that? A hamburger? I can’t believe how these people can throw out something like this. I don’t have time I should run, cause the dog catcher’s are here. They catch me, and now I can’t do anything. Hi! I’m Tobb and I would like to be your friend. In my life I don’t have any reason to live. Where are they going to take us now? What are they going to do with us? I don’t know, maybe they will give us a family. Or maybe they are going to use us for experiments. Hope to be the first. Me too. I don’t like this noise. Why are the other dogs crying? Maybe they are telling us to leave this place as soon as we can. We should do something. We can’t stay here doing nothing. We should run away. Of course, but how! I have an idea. When one of the person will open the door we will attach him. Yes, good plan. Now is the moment. Oh, we are free. But we should try to get a family. Yeah but I think it is hard. No, it’s not hard. We can try. If this doesn’t get results then we can make a team to protect other dogs from the dog catchers. Always if we don’t get a family. They tried and tried to impress someone but without results. So they decided to create that team. The team was called “DPD” and it means “Dogs Protect Dogs”. And now they are the most famous dogs in all the universe.

Gebri Moshtaku from Vlore

Topic: Describe the world through a dog's eyes.

Hi! Or should I say: woof! My name’s Ovie and I’m a seven year old golden retriever who loves bbq sauce and playing with my human friend, Tomas. I never take it for granted though because the problems I’ve gone through have taught me better.

When I was around 2 years old, I vaguely recall being removed from my cozy domain snuggled at the time. The hands that picked me up, wrapped around my tummy, had an ominous something about them. Premonitions were induced in my mind by their coldness and those feelings turned out to be right, eventually. After my new acquaintance handed in some green papers with drawings on them to the really nice girl who used to feed me everyday, he became my new “padron”. I couldn’t get what was happening to me, neither could I get why the feed up girl allowed this to happen. The only thing I got was half of my left back limb removed because of “bone shattering” a week after. After my recovery in the vet hospital, I was sent back to the puppy shop, waiting now for someone to pick up and love this limping dog. And this is where Tomas enters the story. He and his parents came in one day and they chose to take me home. Me! The limping doggy!

Since then, every day is exhilarating for me. Tomas, which is six years old (I don’t know why he’s a baby still, but I guess it’s human’s stuff), takes care of me himself. He always fills my bowl with my favorite food and never puts me behind the ugly metal bars! I wish I could articulate at least the word “thanks” but I thank him every day with my woof, woofs. I think it’s fair enough though. I mean, I’m a dog!

10th Form Group

Ana Doko from Fier

Topic: You just found a way to travel through time. You only have one round trip. Where & when do you go?

Hello! You’ve ever seen me? Of course you have, you just don’t remember seeing me there. You were too busy staring at Napoleon; but you might as well have seen me with the cave men! Look I made a mistake once but I must confess, it was the most amazing mistake I’ve ever made! I am not sure if I can call it a mistake anymore. You see, my father is a scientist, Dr. Rupertstein if you’ve ever heard of him. He makes really weird experiences in his laboratory and I am not really into science so I usually don’t fool around there. One day, I lost Sirius our terrier in our mansion in Birmingham and while I was searching for him I heard a barking noise coming from dad’s lab. So thinking it might be Sirius in there, I decided to take a look. It was actually my first time in his laboratory and suddenly I was almost blinded by all those flashlights coming from really weird machines with tons of buttons. Obviously I had gone in there for a reason so I made up my mind and decided to look for Sirius. It was a really hard job and I felt that the more time passed the more I got lost in there. When it seemed that the lab came to an end I noticed a gigantic machine made of two parts. A big box with lots of buttons, colorful buttons but very few of them had clues of what their function was. The rest of the machine was a giant arch; connected to the box with a lot of wires which actually seemed like snakes. There was a label next to the machinery and in capital letters it wrote: TIME MACHINE. “Wow” I thought; surely dad is not building a time machine. “Well” a tiny voice inside of me was saying. “When did you ever pay any attention to his work? Here are tons of inventions, have you ever heard him talk about them?” I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do. I had to look for Sirius but I was paralyzed by this machine. Was time traveling possible? Who knew? Maybe dad knew. Maybe he would be traveling in time now since I didn’t see him anywhere in his lab. But he could be in the kitchen couldn’t he? Getting a snack of something? And during that time I could… explore… the time machine. But dad sure wasn’t in the kitchen. I checked there for Sirius like five minutes ago. How ironic! I had been staring for more than five minutes at the time machine! Let alone, how much time had I been fooling around the laboratory. Well, I made up my mind. I would travel in time. But how could I do that?? There were hundreds of buttons in the big box of the machine and a small touch screen part which I had no clue of what it could do. Then, I caught something with my eye. It was a pamphlet on the dusty floor. I couldn’t believe it! It was the instructions on how to travel in time. Then I thought if dad created the instructions, he must have successfully tested the time machine! Hooray! The definitely meant that I could travel in time. After reading the instructions carefully, I learned that the touch screen part/device’s function was to localize the place where I would go and the definite time, month, date, year and hour of when I would go. That was such a dilemma! When and where? I started walking to and fro in front of the machine undecided. The worst was that I had only one trip; whether it was the future or past. Such a drama! There were so many things and places I wanted to visit and people to see! The cave men, Napoleon Bonaparte, George Washington, Scanderbeg, Ismail Qemal, Juri Gagorin, Mendelejev, Dostojewski and lots of other people. But I wanted to see my family too. My grandma that I never met! Oh what could I possibly do? I was so tired and my head was going to burst. But I wanted to see the future too? What was going to happen to me? Oh, why in the world did I have to discover this cursed time machine? I remembered something faintly, a quote from Aristotle: “The ones that ignore (now was it the past or was it the time?) stay children!” But was it really like that? Then something in a glittering and sparkling red colour shone by. Oh no, I thought when I saw it, not another button! Anyhow I carefully stepped through the wires to read its tiny letters on the button. TIME TRAVEL: OPTIONAL CHOICE: FAST FORWARD? I was amazed! Could it really be the solution to my problem? I could travel once, as the book said but if I took the portable touch screen device with me, I could go anywhere and fast forward to all these moments that I didn’t feel like it to watch. Yes; that definitely was my perfect solution! “Thank you dad” I whispered although no one was there to listen. Although the pavement was cleaner than before (no kidding on how much I’ve walked to and fro in front of the machine) I wrote a message with my fingers if anything would go wrong, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t. I AM TIME TRAVELING. PLEASE NOTIFY MY FATHER ABOUT THIS. HE KNOWS WHAT TO SAY OR DO. ALSO PLEASE BE AS KIND AS TO FIND AND FEED SIRIUS. LOTS OF LOVE… Perfect. This would describe both, the note and my journey. It was amazing. I saw not only famous people but I saw practically everyone from cave men to Jesus Christ, from Julius Caesar to Jules Verne, Ernest Hemingway to Charles Dickens and a lot of people; lots of presidents like Abraham Lincoln, Roosevelt, Stalin and Hitler. But the most beautiful memory was those I got from my family; seeing all of my relatives and especially my grandma. She was a very caring woman. At the end of my trip, my heart was filled with joy and pride. Strangely, this time I found the exit more easily. I went into the kitchen and stared at the time. It had passed but five minutes! “IMPOSSIBLE!” I exclaimed out loud. “Nothing is impossible my darling! Always remember that!” my dad had put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle shove. “I know dad, I know!” He was surprised and he arched his eyebrows while his emerald eyes met those deep blue of mine. It took nothing but a moment for him to understand. I went to my room afterwards and found Sirius under my bed, that was shocking! I had looked at least three times there and I hadn’t seen him. That was stunning. But the more stunning thing was the talk I had with my father that night after dinner. He advised me not to tell anyone anything, otherwise the government would come for us. When he saw the terrified look on my face he quickly added “not that I am doing anything illegal pumpkin!” I trusted him and for once I felt more close to him that I had ever been to anyone else. That completely changed my life for good. I understood by the time that my dad had done all of this work that I could be proud of him! And I really am proud. My dad is THE BEST!

Danjela Ruci from Burrel

Eralda Meta from Burrel

11th Form Group

Topic: If you had a remote control that controlled your parents, what buttons would it have?

There are times when everything that most teenagers wish for is to have the ability to control their parents. Maybe because these teens want their parents to know how it feels to be under control all the time.

Personally speaking, I never wished that. But yes, I wish I had a remote control for my parents. And if I had the possibility to choose which buttons to put on it, the first button would be the “health” button. Sometimes my parents have health problems and I’m really worried about this.

The second button I’d put on this remote control would be the “<3” button. This button stands for love. I want them to love each other and to love people around them because we all know that there’s nothing more beautiful than to love and be loved.

Another button I’d put on that remote control would be the “hug” button. To be honest there are times when I feel quite sad and all I wish for is a huge. But I have to hide the sadness behind a fake smile, as I know that they (my parents) would ask me a lot of questions that I may not want to answer. By pressing the “hug” button my parents would just give me a huge, the warmest huge that may ever exist.

The last button I’d put on the remote control wouldn’t be the “shut up” button or “leave me alone” button. The last button would be “understand me”. So they would understand how I feel when I don’t get a good mark. They would understand me when I told them “I want to go out with friends.” They would understand my most used sentence “I want to surf the net for fun now”. By pressing this button, I know that they would understand the way I feel, just like I understand it.

Maybe this remote control could help me get closer to them. Anyway, I love my parents and I will always love them because it’s because of them that I’m alive right now. And I know that whatever happens, they will always be the people I most admire.

Topic: You just found a way to travel through time. You only have one round trip. Where & when do you go?

Now, I am not here. I am far away, flying to a magical place called “The Children’s World”. Many of you may think it is a place that doesn’t exist or others may say “You can’t go, you are not a child anymore! It is forbidden!” But those who have a great imagination decide to come with me to listen to my “strange” but beautiful story.

In fact, I am one of those people. I am the one who really missed the time when she was a child. I missed my world of adventure, my games, my superheroes, my real friends who never left me alone and so many things that can be found only in that world. This was my dream for a long time, I was disappointed because I thought it will never become true. It was impossible but finally the time came.

One day as I was watching my pictures, my photos the little dolls that I used to play with me years ago, I started crying. “The adult world is not as I expected it to be, there’s no colour in it, just grey faces. If only I went there again, back in my childhood world” I thought.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared with a gift in her hands. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was Arina my superhero. Her voice sounded familiar to me.

“I have come to give you this, my gift for you. I feel very bad because I never came when you were a little girl. Now I am here to make your dream true.” Were all she said.

Immediately I took the present and I held her hand ready to go to “the Children’s World”. A world with no lies, no interference, no tears, no crimes. It was the time to let them behind for some hours or maybe for some days. It was the time to feel happy again.

Ana Bici from Elbasan

Topic: What does a blind person see?

A blind person sees everything. Yes! And you know what? Far better than all of us! And you know why? Because they see the truth! The undeniable, non modified truth. We, the ones that have “no eye sight problem”, are the blindest. We see a red apple and we think it’s actually red. Yeah, what would the universe say about it? My own dog sees it gray! My cat thinks it’s white! Laughing out loud, huh? Well, what a pity… thinking that we live in a 100% delusional world…

My blind friend knows everything about me. I can’t hide or lie to her. Because she feels me while I’m smiling, nicely dressed and head held up high, she knows that in fact I am terribly sad and crying from the inside.

“I can feel your aura, your halo… your gaze and excitement creates a magnetic field all around. I can read your heart by hearing your footsteps and slithering through your hands…” she says. “Blind people can do that” she adds while continuing to smile. Oh, yes, it’s true. While others try to understand or catch a thought by just a rapid glare, a blind person puts all sense into it. We think that what we see is true, real and we pretend doing the right thing. We think we know pain, justice and life in general but… a blind human, is… more real. They are the ones who know about suffering, what it feels like, not being able to embrace the blue sky. Only about the blue sky… that’s why they are purer and give love for granted like God would have wanted.

They make us re-think about our own lives, actions and feelings. No matter what, feelings are what count, and we all live to fulfill that bit of happiness. My friend sees with her heart wide open. WIIIIIIDEEE OPEN! Like my kitten’s eyes in the dark trying to reach my hand. She also sees crime and rudeness far more better than I do. People like her experience it everyday. I can be her eyes when she struggles for a glass of water! But she will forever, forever be my light leader. My teacher of devotion, faithfulness, sacrifice and love. And she never asks for anything in return. Only respect, acknowledgment and awareness.

We all live under the same sky. That’s who these people make better individuals out of us. Experience as a time travel mate! I like to see everything from soul as a point of view cause that’s what matters anyway. I bet that’s how the world works! Let’s show appreciation to what life gave us. Let’s share love and happiness and gratitude, support and be thankful! Exchanging our visuals and sights… They see everything… and everything has a bigger, sincere impact on them.

But we are all the same. My friend, thank you, and I love you!

Topic: What does a blind person see?

Ina Shenplaku from Elbasan

Antoneta Gjelaj from Lezhe

Somewhere in the world, in a tiny piece of earth, out of our dimension, but in the same time in our sky, should exist a small cottage where our feelings, our thoughts and what our eyes capture every day, stay. It may seem strange, crazy and impossible but I’m sure that it is around us. It’s just invisible.

Everybody knows perfectly well how to open the door of this cottage because we all have the key. But it raises a simple question! Does everyone know how to use it? Cos’ to use this key, it means to open and unlock the door of the great happiness of our hearts and our smiles. We all know that we smile when we’re happy, when we hear great news we’re up in the sky, when our friends goes away, we’re upset but we’re destroyed when somebody breaks our heart. And all these connected chains have the intrusion of the images and faces we see in our everyday life.

Does the same thing happen to a blind person too?

I’m not sure for that! She can’t see, she can’t watch her favourite movie or me her best friend, just hear… hear! Her word or better sayin’ her vision is surrounded by black. It doesn’t have colour. So what do you see? Tell me, please tell me, so I can finally let out this eccentric curiosity that is burning me down.!

How come? What are you asking to me? A “why”? I want to understand you! That’s the answer! I want to know how you feel the happiness, the honesty, the optimistic and pessimistic side of me? How can you fall in love with someone who you just heard his voice? You can say to me anything like: “my mind helps me!” – but I won’t believe that! So give me a **** answer! “My heartbeat shows me the way… to see!”

And in that moment, I was speechless. I couldn’t say a word. I was turned into a blindfolded girl searching to escape from this terrible darkness that only a blind person can see! But I’m wrong! For the second time I used my logical calculation; when my heart was telling me another thing!

Only poor spirits see the darkness and the blackness cos’ when you are a high spirit filled with emotions and feelings you’ll never accept to see it. And I was again in the same situation, blindfolded… but now with a strong lack around my belly that helped me understand that I was not alone. Blind people are not alone! They’re filled up with thousands of lights like piñatas, that’s why they can’t open their eyes: cos’ our human light is a reaction for them. They’re better than us cos’ they fell more and use their brain to get over and over again to something they don’t understand.

I’m sure for one thing and that it’s only a part of the big puzzle of the light in their eyes. They can see more than me and you cos’ they come from another dimension where they image doesn’t matter but it’s really important what you are in reality. Maybe it’s a huge gap between us and them but their positive side takes over the best part of our world.

They are in silence, in the middle of the woods, hearing the birds singing and the leaves dancing all around the trees with the latest music created by the hand clapping of the sun that have fell down his rays, to protect the new flowers. They are sitting in the middle of somewhere, trying to make us understand the chattering stone called life that changes its form but has the same purpose always and always and always.

They are sitting there, waiting to love and to be loved and getting their “under silence kiss”. They are now and again trying to be our friends in the way to make us notice what they really see. However our attention is not placed always right, that’s how we have created a paradox.

That’s what they see: all these words, all our life, the future and a better “we”. That’s what they see in now a day life: that we don’t care anymore for each other, we’re selfish and arrogant in a world that is waiting to be protected. We destroy and we don’t know what we’re doing to the nature, to the environment and to our bodies.

They see what we can’t see! They see that we’re not ready for a new world, for a new life time! But their optimistic eyes can see that living a life doesn’t mean counting your breath but counting the moments which are breathtaking. They’re the biggest diary in the whole universe, so if we want something that we can’t see, we can just ask them what? and why? and I’m sure that they would have seen it.

Topic: What does a blind person see?

12th Form Group

A blind person is a person like us, but with a change he can’t see. The people, who said this, they have it wrong. It’s true that they can’t see but everybody, including blind people can see with the eyes of their hearts. They can feel the shining sun in the summer, the cold winter and the change of climate in the environment. The thing most important of them is the “listening” process. They can feel a person who walks towards them and also can imagine with the eyes of the mind. A blind person can picture figures, people, things and situations. Their feelings play an important role in their life, everything supports on the feelings. But what does a blind person see?

He sees the beautiful things, the bad things, the sad and the happy in the voice of others. A blind person can understand more things than a person who can see but is blind in the spirit. A blind person can’t see how big the world is, how the flowers are but they can feel this with imagination and with a touch. When we touch a flower we feel the sensitive, when we smell it we feel the aroma. When we close the eyes we picture the colour of the flower with the eyes of the mind. The world of the blind person is so big that we can’t imagine it. We should help these people to enter into our world, to communicate and to work normally. Everybody has this word but not everybody lives in the same world.

Ardita Koxhaj from Kucove

Anela Hoxhallari from Kucove

Topic: What would you do if you knew you were going to lose your memory at the end of every day?

4/03/2013

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. I’m hoping it is going to be a great day for me, with lots of fun and lots of love around me. My parents and friends have organized a “surprise” party for me, which is not so surprising anymore, because I already know about it, but nobody knows I do, so shhh… You’re wondering how I learned about it, aren’t you? Well, I heard my parents talk about it last night, but I didn’t want to tell them I knew cos if I know they’re happy if I’m happy, and I know they want to surprise me today, so I won’t let the cat out of the bag.

Anyway, now I have to sleep, so I wake up fresh tomorrow. Bye, bye!

P.S. Oh, I almost forgot, my father is going to take me to the lake tomorrow in his car. This is so exciting! I can’t wait.

… (13 months later)

Dear Diary,

P.S. Oh, I almost forgot. My father is going to take me to the lake tomorrow in his car. This is so exciting! I can’t wait!

Dear Diary,

Yesterday night, after I wrote about “the day of my birthday”, I decided to go through your pages to see what I had written before and guess what? I had been writing the same thing for the last 5 months! 5 MONTHS!!! Do you get it? And you know what’s worse than that? That I didn’t know anything about it so I decided to leave a note to myself saying that I should buy today’s paper and I did it.

FLASH NEWS: Today is the 15th of April 2014.

I was in a shock so I decided to ask my parents about it and they were furious, but sad at the same time. After I insisted for 12 hours, they decided to tell me the truth. And the truth is: I haven’t been living my life for the past year.

The day of my birthday, my father and I had had an accident. He was fine and he’s still fine thank goodness but I hit my head. And now I’m sick. I forget about everything at the end of each day, well everything that happens during the day.

Right now, I want to cry and scream and shout as hard as I can at the top of my lungs but I can’t. There’s something that blocks me. Maybe it’s the thought that everybody’s life goes on.

What am I going to do next? I don’t know yet for sure. I’m confused and I don’t know who I am anymore. But one thing is for sure: I will leave a note to myself every morning, telling me that I already know about this situation and that I shouldn’t be scared cos everything’s going to be fine. I’m going to tell myself that my father’s gray hair shouldn’t scare me or make me cry cos years are passing by and he’s growing older and that’s something normal for a man at this age. I’m going to remind myself that I won’t be 18 anymore, that years will go by for me, as they do for everybody else, even though I won’t be able to remember them. And that the wrinkles are a part of me now and that feeling tired is going to be normal and that people I know are going to die and other people will be born, that my sister is going to get married and have children of her own…

And I will fill the hours with pictures and names and stories who will remind me that life goes on. And I’m going to remind myself to write and read everything that I write on your pages.

It’s going to be hard, I know. Harder than everything else I’ve done. But hey, my family lived with me for more than a year and even though it was hard for them, they made it. I can make it too! I know I can. But I will need your help. Oh, and tomorrow, remind me to thank my parents for everything. Good night!

See you on the 16th of April.

Topic: What would you do if you knew you were going to lose your memory at the end of every day?

Arlinda Gogo from Kucove

Death, a word with five letters, all different but related to one meaning, fear, destruction and present.

I have never seen Death but I know that Death is a woman. A woman who everyone is afraid of and somehow looking for a defense. She is a women with a full time job available for everyone and easy to get or find. I know that she is a women who kisses everyone once in their life.

She has different faces, all of them beautiful like heaven, with every color in her magic eyes. It’s just like the hypnosis, when you see her, you are going to kiss her and you are going to stop existing for everyone else except her. You can’t see through her, she’s not invisible, but sure you cannot touch her.

She does have a name, a name that she is not concerned of having, only we know that her name is “Death”. 4 words defense, easy, available and through are principal in describing her and imagining her.

Did you know that that “life” and “death” are two girls, that used to be best friends? Suddenly they started to argue about everything and now they are enemies. Actually we are in love with both of them, the problem is that we don’t know that death is kind of loves, being someone a deathly love.

I am not afraid of her. I saw her kiss and that’s all but I am afraid about her kissing my family. If she does that I am going to kiss her too, not because I’m jealous but because I am afraid of living my life alone.

Topic: What would you do if you knew you were going to lose your memory at the end of every day?

The sun is shining just below my bed, forcing me to open my eyes and get up from bed. It’s just a normal day, but it seems so strange, like it doesn’t belong to me. Then the alarm clock rings loudly making me take a look at the commode, seeing a letter inside an envelope with a small hand written note “Dad”. The curiosity pushed me to take the letter and read the letter that my dad had left me.

My dearest daughter,

Memories are pieces of a puzzle that make every single day of our lives special. These are the memories which make us the human beings that we are today. Memories are the ones that give our life a meaning. But don’t you worry my precious girl. Memories are also stories that write the pages of our personal history. And your history is colorful. It has faces, places, objects and lots and lots of pictures. Do you see the photograph album beside you? These are the pictures we took yesterday. There is also an album for everyday that we have lived together because taking pictures, catching moments and living life to the fullest, like it is the last day of our lives, made you the person that you are today. My daughter. Waiting for you in the kitchen to have breakfast.

Your dad.

I was stunned. I saw a picture of me and my dad and I had no idea when it was taken. I saw the whole album, but I couldn’t remember every single thing of these moments. However, I could only imagine how it would have been like spending time with my dad and friends. I also saw many other pictures hanging on the wall which I thought should have been best memories from the past. And somewhere on the table, I saw the camera. It was my pen for writing my story. It was my memory archive, the only connection that I had from the yesterday world.

It’s strange how the human’s brain functions. It doesn’t remember stories, activities or events but it remembers perfectly my likes and dislikes or what I have learned and am capable of doing.

Taking pictures is the only thing that more than a hobby is a vital detail in order to continue this new day. So I see more photos, each one of them has a small note and I could distinguish my handwriting leaving small prints to fill the holes that my puzzle had. At the end of the photograph album, there was a small note:

“What are you waiting for? Grab your camera and say good morning to your dad. And remember: live life to the fullest”.

And that was exactly what I intended to do. Life is too short to spend it inside a room with four walls. And all I could think of was going downstairs and giving my dad a kiss like I hadn’t kissed him for ages and be grateful for every single moment that I was blessed to live today.

1st Year University

Oresti Caushaj from Saranda

Topic: What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?

Now a days parents are more tolerant that their parents before them. They are starting to understand their children’s thoughts and emotions and try to be more close to them as possible and help them with everything.

But as hard as they try they can still understand their children completely. There are many things which they can’t or don’t want to understand. This is one of the worse things a parent can do to his child.

There are many things that a parent can do to his child but the worse thing in my opinion is to abandon him. This is a crime that should have severe punishment.

When a parent abandons a child, he lets them suffer by not allowing it to know what it is like to have a family. Most of the abandoned children go to the orphanage or they may start begging on the streets for something to eat or even worse they can be found by thugs and be sold to others for slaves or many other things.

Some of those children may form aggressive behavior which will make them violent to others and most likely they will fall. Others may be victims and forced to do things they don’t want to do.

Whats more is almost all of these children will be depressed and they will feel abandoned, scared and alone without anyone to be there for them.

That’s why in my opinion the worse thing a parent can do to their children is abandon them and let them face a cruel future.

Topic: What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?

Ketrina Sejdi from Saranda

Nowadays, it’s very difficult to grow up a child. Maybe to be a parent is a great responsibility. First of all, you should create your child all the conditionals. In this way, he would have a beautiful childhood. Childhood is a very important part of life. It can influence people’s lives. During their life, they would remember their childhood. Parents have a big responsibility to make the best choices for their children. For example: if their children want to play football/basketball etc., he has to let them free to make their choices. This can make their children happy and if the children are happy, the parents are happy too. For parents it is very important the happiness of their children. Another example is when they want to choose the profession of the future. Before they go to college, they have to choose what they want to do in their life. In this case, in my opinion parents should let their choice to their children. Many parents want to see their children in the future like a doctor and they insist that their children study medicine but this is not his/her dream. Maybe their dream is to be a judge or lawyer and study for judgment. This can influence in their future. So it would be a worst thing that parents can do for their children. However, they always want to the best thing for their children and always they try to make the best for them. Parents are the only people that always love you without conditions. This is the reason why we should hear their advice.

Topic: What is something that everyone around the world can agree on? Why?

Ana Mitro from Saranda

People around the world… everyone is so different from another. Even brothers or sisters are different. But these people can find something in common. Something that everyone wants from this, let’s say, unfair world.

Peace… what a great word. Is there anyone that doesn’t want world peace? No more wars, no more famine, no more all of bad things that happen to us. Imagine, only one second, how the world would be if we had only peace. People don’t have to suffer or be anxious about what tomorrow can bring us. Everyone of them prays to God for something. Some pray for money, some about health, some others about love. But I can tell you that everyone’s last words are “Please God give us peace”. Don’t you think that in some way this is absurd? Why we have to wait for God to do some magic? Because we aren’t brave enough? Or are we stupid? It’s the human itself that makes this disastrous happen. But the question is how can we stop it? Honestly I don’t think we can do anything. Not after what we have done and we done this to ourselves and not to any other. You must understand that if you wanna harm someone this action will always turn back and harm you, mostly you.

Everyday, almost everyday, here in my country I see on TV people blind from their passion and kill. Everyone has a different passion of course. Now, why must this happen? Because people are fools and don’t know what they are doing?

This happens because people, of course they are fools, but think that was the only solution, the only way to solve the problem. They are wrong. Everyone who does this is wrong. Don’t trick yourself. Why do people have to think the first solution is murder or robbery and other crimes? These reasons make you wonder what I am doing for this? NOTHING. Everyone does nothing. This is why peace doesn’t exist. This is why people suffer. Because they do this to themselves. You can only blame yourself.

2nd Year University

Julisa Gjetja from Saranda

Topic: How would the world be different if there were no jails? What would happen to people who commit crimes?

First of all, thanks god there is no such world. Who knows how many people would be killed in a second, not saying more. People would be free and happy killing everyone who drives them mad without thinking of the consequences. We would be called hyenas.

What a world!

Imagine such a world, a world without rules. I don’t really know who invented such things as jails but there is one thing I’d like to say to them. Alive or not, thank you. If such a world would exist, I’d be a professional killer based on every time I thought about killing my big brother or every time he annoyed me.

Every poster of my favorite football player was burned mercilessly. For every “thank you” he forgot to say for the many times I prepared his breakfast, lunch and dinner. For everytime I washed his clothes, for every picture of him I photoshopped obviously thinking of humanity first because he is the ugliest creature ever.

That was mean, okay, one of the ugliest creatures ever. And I’m not being mean, I’m being real. Oh boy, he’s such a pig.

P.S. Just kidding.

Topic: If international money existed, what would it look like?

Sabina Merkulaj from Shkoder

If international money existed I’d like it to be totally different from existing money. Much more interesting and unique.

First of all I’d like that it be in all the colours. So it would be colourful and much more attractive for people’s eyes. Another thing I’d like to change would be the picture on it. I’d like that on one side of it to be a woman and on the other one a man.

About the woman it would be perfect to be a very famous and with a strong personality. And the perfect one would be Margaret Thatcher. A very strong and beautiful woman. So, in this way she will represent all women with dignity. This will be also more attractive for men’s eyes. And about the man I’d like him to be Martin Luther King, a brave coloured man. He will represent all people around the world and by this to mean that all blacks and whites are equal.

I would also like that this money be printed with all the flags of all countries around the world. And absolutely, this will make these countries more proud and make them all feel part of it and its contribution.

To sum up, by all these I’ve mentioned, and how the international money would look like despite the fact that it is a necessary mean of use, it will also give a message to people. All people are equal and they should be treated like this. Whether it is black or white, woman or man. It will also make all the countries much more united with each other. And this is the message I’d like to present by this money.

Topic: How would the world be different if there were no jails? What would happen to people who commit crimes?

Armena Djli from Shkoder

What if the people lived in a world where joy was not a part of it? Absolutely, everything would be different in the development of the society. Just imagining the situation that bad people are not punished and not locked in jail makes me go crazy. It is better to consider all the consequences and so we will be realistic and think of the welfare of the society. It is obviously normal that many people would prefer living in a world without jail especially for human beings who take somebody’s life and act violently without thinking twice. Let us imagine and describe the atmosphere in this universe where jails are not present.

A world without a jail is presented as a jungle where everybody acts without caring about the judgments and punishment. Then mankind becomes the animals displaying the same features. The different types of animals can be represented in some way be different characters of mankind. For example, a man or woman who is cunning can possess a double identity resembles a fox that kills other creatures at the end. Moreover, a snake can be represented by the evil people, anti-heroes of the story of life. These people with their bad intentions will lead to catastrophe, a disaster in the society. In this way, people will act and feel free to commit crime. The idea that there is no jail, would make them live in an extreme freedom where everything is allowed. What a resemblance between mankind and wildlife creatures! How can we distinguish themselves from animals when we act just like them? This is the question that should make us be aware of the situation.

The people would protect their parents, their cousins and act by killing the enemy. The problematic issue of blood feud would be encountered in everyday life. It would be considered as a widely spread phenomenon. However, killing would lead to a catastrophe. The population would be reduced and murder would be a normal action of daily routine. The murder of person would be as shouting to a child who has bad behavior.

The world would experience the World War III if it lacks jails. This world would never last and the situation would worsen so much that people would lose their humanity and the sense of being kind with others.

What does war mean would also mean the life in a society without jail. It would be easy to see people fighting and hurting each other. The people who commit crimes would be left to continue as though they didn’t do anything. Committing one crime and not being punished, would lead them to commit another in a difficult situation. How many crimes would a personal commit then? Maybe, it would be normal to find a great number of criminals loving their life, having fun as they acted positively in the past. However, what would happen to good people? I believe there would be a small number of good people. These representations of mankind would offer the consequences and would live everyday with fear. It is difficult to imagine how people who kill are violent, who rob and rape, etc could live in the same way as people who have a great personality and express the best behavior. Thinking about people risking other’s life without taking anything into consideration is a disastrous way of organizing the society. How could a criminal walk along the road, live in his house (and continue) when he committed a crime?

In brief, a world without jails is a world without limitations. We know when there is no limited, everything good or bad can happen. However, there can probably take place more bad things. Feeling you (don’t have) have no limit while living with others is a bad idea that can manipulate people to do bad things. I could never agree to change the world by closing jails. I absolutely disagree with that. This would be a change of world for the worse. What is our goal? To make the world a better place. Therefore, this is contrary to our goal. We should hope that one day people should be conscious about other’s lives and think better before committing a crime.

3rd Year Univesity

Arsjola Bode from Saranda

Topic: Respond to this quote - "Youth is wasted on the young."

Time is gold. I believe that everyone has heard it but how many of them have understood it and have practiced it in their life? For what we can see around us I believe that it’s not too much. When everyone speaks about youth in his mind comes strength, energy, life and hope but the question is what do youngsters do?

I believe that only an old man knows the real importance of youth but how bad that man’s value things when they lost them especially things that cannot come again.

Many times in my every day life I hear old people say:

“Oh god, if I were just young just one more time.”

For what we all see in nowadays youth is spent by doing nothing. There are many students that go to university just for obligation and not as opportunity for their life. Spend time in cafes, internet and rarely see young people with books in their hands. It is inhuman nature to value things when they don’t have them anymore.

I believe that youth is not just related with the young. There are people who stay young for all their lives no matter how much time passes. There are people who are in love with life and want to live every moment of it so they don’t waste their youth on the young but stay young for all of their lives.

Topic: Respond to this quote - "Youth is wasted on the young."

Xhuljeta Strafasani from Saranda

Youth!!! For me is a big word, because in that time we spent the most beautiful days of our lives, is the age where everything looks wonderful, is the age of activities, is the age of opportunities, also is the age where youngsters do a lot of mistakes.

But why is this happening and are the younger people doing the right things??? Nowadays, everything has changed, including human beings. Today’s youth is not very organised like before. They spend a lot of time with games, internet, facebook, café and everything else that is not good for them. The time where people spend their time with books is gone. For example, I am talking with my friends, some of them want to do different things in their lives, are interested to know new things and to go in different places to have a lot of activities because for them life is long but some others just want to live these days for them the next day doesn’t exist, are not interested in nothing.

Even the youth have a lot of opportunities to be the best but they don’t value this fact.

I think that a group of people or camps can rise for the youth to get them involved in activities and different situations. This can be the best thing for youths.