Fortunately to say, that I a creation of chaos, couldn't have more privileges
of learning to see the bad and the worst, in my lovely city of Tirana.
Doing a brief retrospective, Tirana is the capital of Albania since 1920, and since then the capital is the government city which elaborates better within the yellow borderline.
After the fall of the Left Wing Communist Era in 1990 the governmental city expanded his power, making that more outrageous (always within the yellow borderline). One of these powers, like in gambling, the Ace up the sleeve was the corruption.
It started evolving since the implementation of Democracy, getting to the last transformation of a big black hole (we all might know that the consequences of the last transformation in DragonBall was the destruction of a random and ordinary planet).
That what Albania is, a big galaxy of random and ordinary planets, which are cities not capitalized and independent from the governmental constitution of the state within the yellow borderline of Tirana, just like in the Ancient Greece. Unfortunately in the "planet-states" of Albania, there aren't Gods which get more powerful by the love of their own citizens, but there are Gods who cultivate power by the love of corruption.
Our sweet ambrosia is a deadly production, which is well noted by European Union, United States of America and from anyone and anything who makes a research about Albania.
I can be the most psychotic fiction writer to write the Saga of Gods (between the pagan, christian, muslim, communist, or even capitalist god), to concern all their misbeliefs and misunderstandings in a war.
The knowledge of this plague by everyone made our government to start a campaign against corruption, since 1998.
And here I am today, seventeen years later writing one of my rhapsodies about the system within the yellow borderline.
I study Communication Sciences, after getting a three years experience in Physics Engineering; just a waste of time because that kind of future isn't so bright.
During the first months of school I found myself in front a kinky case.
One beautiful day, one of my professors missed the lecture, no one knew why and in all circumstances we were free to go. Days after an email comes telling that the hours of lecture were replaced, without the students permission. Till know everything is understandable; and the kinky case begins.
One day I was late for school and I've missed a Mid-Term test, the professor told me to get downstairs at the secretary office to apply for the Make-Up procedure to replace the Mid-Term test hour.
What impressed me was that the only plausible absence excuse was to bring a medical report, because without that the Board wouldn't accept my application. Although this sweet conversation, I completed the application form writing down like an excuse that I was just late because of traffic (because in Tirana there are more cars than habitants), but my sincerity wasn't appreciated.
Here I ask why?
The professor can be absent as many times he wants because he can replace his lecture without missing any day of work, but the university system encourages me to lie and take a false medical report and accuse the third party of report-givers for ethic corruption.
Their campaign is successful.
Viva la corruption!