FLASH
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The loss of the Dhimaku sisters in a road accident was among the tragic events that shook the country this summer. Two young lives were lost in a fatal accident. Ela Dhimaku, 22, was the driver of a Lancia that collided with an Audi driven by 23-year-old Kevi Norra, while her sister Rezi Dhimaku, 20, was a passenger.
Through a letter, the father of the deceased girls expresses his pain over the loss of his two daughters and the challenge of treating his son, who continues to battle leukemia.
"When I was separated from my daughters for the last time, they asked me for dinner, just one evening with me. They spoke to me in a voice that still trembles in my soul: 'Let's go, dad, please, because maybe we won't see each other again.' They knew that I would go to the cabin, to the mountains, where I stayed for more than a month. Maybe they felt something, a premonition that I ignored," the father writes in the letter that was read this evening in the studio of "For Albanians", at the start of the new television season.
"I refused. Not because I didn't love them, but because I couldn't spend the money my daughters had earned with so much sacrifice. We were at war with leukemia in our little boy, Isli. And I thought it was better to save. Their silhouette is etched in my mind and soul. They stood at the door, silent with their heads down. I waved to them and got lost around the bend in the road. I climbed the mountain on foot, towards the camp, a 3-hour walk among thorns, bushes on the steep terrain. It was 8:30 PM when my phone rang. A troubled voice told me: 'There has been an accident, but we are not sure; it could be your daughters'. My heart sank. Elvisa and Rozina, are they okay? Are they alive?"
I ran through the night, in the dark, through rocks and abysses to learn the truth. The ground could no longer support me, only pain could support me. Halfway through, a stab pierced my chest, like a premonition of tragedy. After just two minutes, another phone call. I opened it with trembling hands and I will never forget that voice: Riza, be strong, the girls left us”. In that black night, in the middle of nowhere, I lost everything. I sat there, not wanting to get up again. I made the descent from the mountain that takes three hours, in an hour and a half, devastated, but alive to see death with my own eyes”.
Elvisa and Rozina perished in a few seconds, on the evening of August 24, in a tragic accident while traveling from their village to Saranda.
They had bought a stall this year and were working as street vendors in Saranda, selling shishqebap, bread with meatballs, and corn. They were very happy because every penny they earned brought them closer to getting treatment for their 7-year-old brother.
Isli was diagnosed with leukemia almost 4 years ago. The family did not have the means to follow him, they did everything they could here in Tirana and sent him to Athens several times, but no results.
Elvisa and Rozina were their parents' wings. They spent their childhood in the mountains, on the farm, helping with the livestock.
"They slept on their parents' sweaters, spread out on stones. With wet hands, they collected tea and sold it. Even today, on the walls of their house, hang the last bunches of tea that they collected before the accident. They had chosen to help their family but also to embrace the path of knowledge. Elvisa had finished her studies as a Laboratory Technician, and on September 1st she would start working. While Rozina would be in her third year of nursing this year. They wanted to continue their dreams of becoming someone, but above all, to one day be able to cure their brother of leukemia ," writes her father.
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