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Julie Malushi, the last of the romantics…
Julie Malushi, for whom does not know who she might be (I am sure that many do not know her, because she was not a character, beyond the label : single). She was I guess, the last of her kind.
I was always curious about her, walking through the streets of Tirana, most of the time alone, dressed in pink colour that says, : I’m here and I’m single. I remember Julie with her short but very feminine haircut. A character for many; quite common, without any career break, asking for nothing… beyond the “state salary” and a soulmate.
Julie was the last romantic one with that non typical appearance, as the modern days require. Often, her image could be analyzed even with the most offensive sentences.
But for a more interested and careful eye, Julie, was strong inside her own world. She was alone. It was in e broken age. And yet, without any post-modern complex, she has always recognised the fact that she was looking for someone special… A little like a character out of the books of Goethe or Tolstoy, shifted into a real and a brutal context.
I do not know much about Julie. I have just fixed her dress style “I’m single” and the bigudins, I imagined she was wearing every night, before bed time.
What I remember is that before leaving forever, in a common hello, somewhere in the city, in a moment, she did not recognize us.
After being reminded, she only said that: “Please do not tell anyone about the fact that I do not remember much.” She was ill.
I betrayed her little message, but not the message.
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