Biography, Kadare was arrested at the age of 12 for counterfeiting

Ismail Kadare "The Writer's Star", is published by the analytical biography of the writer of Ndricim Kulla.

A life like in the novel. So was the life of writer Ismail Kadare. Born in a stone-like city like Gjirokastra, on a door of tradition and tradition, giving wings of fantasy, with a tribal connection to former dictator Enver Hoxha, for which both sides did not speak, with a genius creative that would sparkle too early, Kadare would "write" the book of his life like no other.

It is revealed to us through the biography "The Writer's Star", by the author of the Illuminati Tower. One of the moments that would mark the early life of Kadare's only 12-year-old was his arrest as a "counterfeit currency".

Apparently a foolishness, but actually well-calculated, to hit General Tahir Kadare, married to a Jewish woman. His blow came to him by Enver Hoxha, who did not have any sympathy for him, and on the other hand, would shake Stalin, who had been campaigning against the Jews.

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ONE TWENTY YEAR IN THE DICTIONARY CYCLONE SYRING \ r \ nWhy could a twelve-year-old child in a communist country face a dictatorship? One possibility was when his family was interned or one of his parents arrested for political reasons. But a twelve-year-old could not directly confront the communist dictatorship, first of all because of age. Even under the laws of the Communist regime, a twelve-year-old was not responsible before the criminal law. Yet that happened to Kadare, who was arrested at age 12. In the "Money Time" story he describes in detail this strange story. Kadare was arrested by the police as a counterfeit currency. He writes: Indeed, with great hardships we have managed to make some five, of which two were more or less the same as the original. The others were either too heavy or variable in thickness. As a production machine, we used, for now, a bottle cap that was five-dimensional. We made the real currency at its end, poured the molten lead over, then poured another five-ply over the molten lead. Since the money signs came out of the way, we ought to use the latter as the cattle, that is, the five folds made by us, which made everything difficult. (Ismail Kadare, Works, vol. 14, Onufri Publishing House, Tirana, 2009, 202-203) The casting of bullet items, this was a game that all communist era was made by all the children of Ismaili's age at that time when the kids did not have many alternatives to play. And one of the first things kids were tempted to "produce" were the money. Almost all children did such "crimes," "producing" lead coins poured into primitive molds. But these "lead coins" resembled the real ones as much as the real "gunguns" that children did with real weapons. There is no doubt that no one could deceive and accept the lead "coins" that Kadare and his companion produced. One can easily guess what "coins" were able to produce both of them. Every policeman and investigator could not fail to know that two children who produced "lead" coins in improvised molds were not committing a crime. It never happened during a half-century communist regime that any of the children who produced molten lead coins were incriminated except this case.

After they were arrested they were sent to the Internal Affairs Department, where they were faced with two investigators who were certainly much more competent than the police who had arrested them and understood much better that they would not be in this case word for a crime. The way Kadare describes the scene of dealing with the investigators disappears any suspicions of a spontaneous police error: They put me in an enclosure, at the end of which, behind a table, there were two civilians. On the table I saw our school bags now empty. Notebooks, ink bottles, pencils, books, post stamps, killers to kill birds, and, or horror, Ilir's father's condom were stacked next to the bags. Tyryfyl, I told myself about Ilir, and as long as I tried to take my eyes off the condom, they came to me right there. One of the civilians, as if to understand what I had in mind, handwritten the condom: "Do you take measures to keep pregnant women from leaving?" E?, Said the whole thief. - So, more, so more power? My ears had been flushed with shame and I wanted to tell her that, indeed, we did not even think about such things when he suddenly beat me down. - Well, answer, where did you hide the money? My eyes dropped off as he continued to hang. He called me a stud, a forger, a saboteur and a donut. Then he shouted again, "Money, I tell you, where did you hide your money?" I do not know what I was embarrassing as he put a second swipe. - Are you okay to talk, right? Well, we'll see it tomorrow, more power. Get in the cell. (Ismail Kadare, Works, vol. 14, publishing house "Onufri", Tirana 2009, 212)

A spectacular arrest would damage the image of the interior organs if all this matter would plummet like a soap bubble, as it would most likely happen. Yet, police made the most spectacular arrest possible that could be made to two twelve-year-old schoolchildren. Kadare describes his arrest and his companion: "We were arrested two days before the vote. While those days in school came from all kinds of types from the Party Committee, the Voting Commission, the Youth or the Front, the two policemen who passed through the yard to go to the director drew attention. It was the first time police came to school. The big break was over. We got into the classroom and I still felt a gap in the stomach ...

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