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National Day

Today is Albania's National Day, known here as Flag Day. Congratulations and greetings to Albanian readers everywhere.

Congratulations also from the Philippines, Jordan, Azerbaijan and New Zealand.

Jeff, a missionary in Kosovo, discusses the Albanian national flag, especially as it related to Kosovo.

President Moisiu gave a public address at Vlora. This is part of what he said:

I have said and I am repeating it again: there are many political parties, but Albania is only one. All the citizens, regardless of the political convictions and pertinences, when found in front of Albania and its interest are Albanians and must be like one and united.
The ninety-four years of the Albanian state make up a path which has been open by cutting through numerous hardships. We have gone through happy and bitter days, although today we have all the reasons to feel proud with the Rule of Law and democracy which regardless of the shortcomings are being strengthened and consolidated day by day.
We have reasons to be proud of our noble people, who through patience and inexhaustible energies is trying to regain the lost time and especially of the young generation which through a rare talent is helping to create a new, positive and European image of Albania.
Above all we are and must be proud when we see that Kosova very soon will gain its independence by deservedly becoming the youngest democratic state in Europe. The work for the state, the respect for the state and strengthening the state as defender and servant of citizens are the greatest honor paid to those who on November 28, 1912 put down their signatures in the founding act of the Albanian state.


Anonymous said…
thank you so much!!!
Happy Flag Day, and Gezuar Festen e Flamurit to all Albanians everywhere!
kiss from Toronto
ITS said…
Very nice tribute by the president. Moisiu is my homeboy!

Gezuar diten e flamurit.

Delegatet nga Montreali porsa kane mberritur Ismail Bej!

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