— by Arben Çokaj
The first beginning of an ancient city. Everything begins as a legend, everything continues like in a legend. Rozafa was there, before Christ was born, she is there right now.
For those who know the legend of Rozafa, the fortress of Shkodra, it’s probably clear that on its walls there is the “live-body” of a mother.
Gjekë Marinaj
ROZAFA’s CONFESSION
Under the illusion
that a woman’s value is less than a man’,
They immured me.Under the idea
that it was feeded by my blood,
Castle found strength to remain standing.Under the embarrassment
that it can be called as a witness,
River Drin continues its way.Under the emblem
of human self-sacrifice,
They turned me in legend.Under the pretext
that all of them were right,
I immured in myself the word “murder”
This paradox of the human reason brings us to a beginning: The old man as an ‘oracle’, tells to the brothers that they must immure one of the women, to make possible the wall standing. Is it possible that this philosophic lesson of the oracle, this unique symbolic action, is made to tell us, that when you loose something valuable, you begin to give value to what you have built over the loss?… And this has happened very naturally in the time of Rozafa, the woman who was immured, because of giving life. She was immured because the oracle said it. She sacrificed her life for common traditions. This constitutes the philosophic power of the legend: Sacrifice as necessity, without discussion.
But, a question comes naturally to our mind: are the most of people ready to sacrifice something? No, but in another way, yes! Everyone loose something, someone more, and someone less, without desiring it, without knowing the reason. This happens as usually and naturally, as it happened with Rozafa. But our loss are small, individual losses, meanwhile the loss of Rozafa was for the global interest’s sake: building a protecting wall for Shkodra.