Why do young people leave?

Three old men, three professors, lonely pensioners are walking down the street.

- But why are these young boys running away? - they ask and answer themselves. They seem more like talking to themselves.

- We have been free for 25 years now? - says Shyti!

- Good luck, Kapreçi is waiting for you.

- Grremçi has worked all kinds of jobs during his life, but he has not managed to understand what the state is even now that he has turned eighty years old. He sees two old men, former professors, who are also his own age, going to the city's teahouse every day. It usually teases them enough to laugh at their past lives. Everything Shyti and Kapreçi have tried with their skin, Grremçi has also tried. All three of them, as a sign of desperation, made fun of their names and professions quite a few times.

- Do you remember, Shyt, when we were students, how much we wanted to finish our education and find a job somewhere, to have a monthly salary. ask friend Kapreçi!

- I remember well, Kapreç, when we found a small apartment on the edge of the city and how happy we were, adds Shyti. There was no bed in that room, no bedding or blankets. We went to the owner, to the door of his new house. He told us that we have to pay the rent in advance every month, which means we have to pay him the money in advance. So we did! We settled in a room for four people. We also had a corridor where we could plug in a stove to prepare food. Four other students lived in the opposite room.

– The next day we went to the flea market and bought a metal wire bed and mattress cover from the cheapest that could be found at the used flea market for a long time.

How happy we were to have a place to rest our heads to continue studying without worrying about where we will sleep. That's how we finished the faculty. How much we longed to find work in the city, without thinking further into the future.

- Yes, after we finished the faculty on time, we also happened to find a job in the city. We both started working.

- You have seen, Shyt, that even employment did not bring us peace. We both got married when we had not even provided the basic conditions for life. We both rented apartments. There was no question of good housing. The cheapest housing at that time took half of the monthly salary. With the other half we could live just to stay alive, as the people say.

- Where was Kapreç today, how were things going. We have never lost hope. We thought that one day we could even buy a shack on the outskirts of the city. To buy an apartment in the city, for us, it was still a job that could not be touched. Many years passed and our children grew up. It was time for them to get married.

- Do you remember Shyt when we were given the opportunity to get a loan from the bank with a DM deposit in the ratio of 2/1. So we decide to enter the credit game. We had no idea how much this work would cost us.

- You, Kapreç, found a hut on the street of Rabajje. That hut looked completely abandoned, full of rubble and without an inch of soil outside its thatched walls.

– After you got the loan, your Shyt salary dropped to zero. You were supported only by the work that your friend did with crochet or knitting. You know that when you went to the municipality to find out if you could turn over that hut, you were told that even the owner who sold it never turned over it. And you have practically seen that with those conditions when you settled down with a family, you lived a dog's life. At that time, the municipality did not even deal with the translation of those properties that were sold three or four times. People needed to buy and sell something. You and I also needed to buy a shed or plot of land where our children could have a guest house at least.

- But where did the communers know what conditions we were living in? There was no question of new construction, since you couldn't get a building permit even for a hundred years. I know you got it right Shyt when you decided to buy the bricks to build two rooms on those shed foundations. You could not even claim to know the lines of the land, the property which should have been in your name.

- You, Kapreç, could not buy a hut near the city, but you found a hut quite far away. It seemed as if you had learned nothing at all from the vicissitudes of this Shyt friend of yours. The shack you bought with two "soft loans" brought your monthly salary to zero, and you, like an idiot who didn't learn anything from your friend, were happy like a fool to buy that shack you called a home, but it wasn't a home. How long did you live in rent, pay rent. Now when you bought the shack, you had no chance of turning that poor property over, as it had passed through five hands until you got it, you couldn't even think of building something with a building permit near the growing city.

- Well, Shyt, you saw that no college diploma brought us comfort during all the time we worked.

- Oh Kaprec! You know, when Shyti went to the municipality to ask how he could build two rooms instead of the hut he had bought, the secretary of urbanism didn't even let him open his mouth. Then Shyt started researching some connection to intervene on the side, lest he lose track of who was the first owner of that half plot where that hut was built. That's how you got Shyt and you found a distant connection. Your uncle, who was the cashier of the central post office at that time, knew a worker of the cadastre administration, originally from another municipality.

- Does Shyt remember what he said (known by name).

Give us a good lunch at the "Qengji" restaurant for me and four thousand friends, only to find and look at the drawings of plots of land and city huts from 1952?. Trust Shy to solve the problem! And then you guaranteed through your uncle that you would give them the lunch they asked for just to look at that hand-drawn map of those who had sketched the city in 1952 on HAMER paper.

- You told all your friends at work about these vicissitudes. That day, you served lamb lunch for six people at the "Qengji" restaurant, which cost you 100 DM.

– Shy remembers when that geodesy worker told you; if you can build something on those shed foundations, than for permission, don't even hope. I know, the cadastre said that if you manage to build it illegally, they cannot demolish it because all those buildings that were built until that year (1952) have the right to build on old foundations.

- That's right, you took Shyt, rejoiced and paid a roasted lamb for word of mouth without a single letter on paper. Do you know, Professor Shyti, how you built the house completely from pieces, mostly at night and during the winter when the weather was bad, only to find the inspectors and then to demolish it because it was without a permit and without any documents.

- Do you remember when you bought that hut, there were fourteen witnesses and after you settled with your family in that hut, the communes came to ask for the property tax and you saw that the person who sold it had not paid tax for five years in a row . You paid for it all. The owner who sold it had not paid for electricity or water for years. Within a week, the electricity guys came and wanted to cut off the connection, but you paid the entire amount that he had left to sell that hut. You also paid for the water that the seller of the hut had not paid for years. The shack house didn't even have a phone connection, but a neighbor gave him the opportunity to connect with TWO.

How old are Shyti and Kapreçi today?

Each of them is close to eighty years old, but they never managed to legitimize neither themselves nor the houses where they still live today. What happens to their taxes?

Shyti and Kapreçi are honest people. They have paid every tax since they started working, starting after they finished their studies until today when they are retired. They laugh every time the councilors send them letters for the payment of taxes! They pay the taxes every time and laugh.

Shyti and Kapreçi, how many times do they say that the state will help (subsidize) citizens to insulate their houses, they don't have a building permit, they don't even own these houses that they bought with a hundred fortunes, and they don't even need to lose time with papers as they pay every tax but have no papers for their house..

This work is interesting!

Grremçi thinks about his own life and that of his friends who have the same fate as many others and sees no solution. The desolate yearns to get some help from the state to insulate the battered house without ever painting, but there is nowhere to find hope, since there is no paper. The plot where he built the house appears in the name of someone whom no one knows, someone who sold it fifty or more years ago. Professor Shyti doesn't have to bother with papers. All three; The children of Shyti, Kapreç and Grremç have also fled abroad. Even when they finished college, they saw that their fathers were simply living illegally in their homes. Even the children of Shyt, Kapreç and Grremç thought that they could not build or repair anything in their houses. Their children who had graduated from the faculty left. They too began to think that they would never be able to be legal citizens in their own homes.

Grremçi, when separated from Shyti and Kapreçi, continues to return to the studies of the history of the king's and king's corks, but no conclusion can be drawn from sinking into the labyrinths of history.

Do you think and imagine how the Ottoman army could have solved the problem of the property of the people of this land? How he forgave all the mountains and plains to the beylers and agallars, since the local population called them nobody's (utrina). Grremçi thinks how our forefathers were killed among themselves for pastures and pastures, without ever being able to separate them, while the Sultan had separated them with a sword at once. I blink my eyes.

Even the Serbian kingdom had divided mountains and plains for the settlers it had brought and settled without asking anyone and had left the decision about the property in the hands of each one.

The Agallars and Beylers became owners of the mountains and rivers, but the professors; Shyti, Kapreçi and Grremçi cannot become owners of their houses, even though they buy them properly, but they did not manage to enjoy themselves or their children, who fled and are fleeing for fear that they may remain illegal in their homes for the rest of their lives.

This issue seems to be the devil, Grremçi thinks and speaks for himself. Go and find out what the state is and what the legal state is.