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A political horoscope with dark humor, where neither Albania nor SPAK moves - only rhetoric revolving around a single man...
Born on July 4, the same day America declared independence, Edi Rama has come into this world as if to declare Albania's total dependence on him. In 2026, the stars are tired; not from orbiting the Earth, but from the rotation of the same name on every screen, every studio, every scandal and every dashed hope.
Astrologers, caught between Pluto retrograding and SPAK not moving, are in a dilemma: Is Rama still a political leader, or has he reverted to some kind of amorphous state that simply happens over Albania?
In the sky, Mars tries to enter the orbit of logic, but falls into Surrel and collides with an aesthetic bunker. There, in the villa where the concrete does not let the people be heard, Edi sees the horizon of the Adriatic and himself in the mirror, with a smile that explains nothing, but is enough for him to survive.
Power? No longer a political function; now it is a divine mission. Elections are not held to choose, but to confirm what fate has sealed since birth: that Albania is a painting where only he can scribble. When criticism increases, he rises above it, like the Jesus of the disappointed, but without the cross.
In finance, the stars reveal a strange constellation: Tirana's incinerator revolves in an orbit of complacency, while money disappears like comets that leave no ash behind.
"Scandals? Why are they called scandals when no one is punished?" he asks philosophically, his rhetoric drifting through the atmosphere like urban smog.
In love, the horoscope doesn't have much to say. Because to love others, you first have to come down from the tower where you are stuck. And he has long since taken the elevator only one way. The strongest relationship? With the camera. With the microphone. With yourself in the live version.
Health? According to the stars, everything depends on the level of exposure to reality. And Rama has developed a brilliant immune system to any criticism, crisis or opposition. Therefore, he is predicted to survive this year, despite the lack of democratic oxygen around.
In the end, the stars remain silent. Astrology has surrendered. Because in Albania, predictions are not made with star charts, but with tenders, blackmail and a vocabulary tired of big words. And 2026, although it may be the end of a cycle for most, for him it is simply another season in the series "Endless Renaissance"./ Pamphlet
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