Unnecessary vehicles, unnecessary vehicles, unnecessary vehicles, roaming ‘round our town. Their sheer number perplexing, their idea quite troubling, and their true purpose downright bewildering. Our blessed capital is infested. The epidemic spreads like wildfire. It is not cholera, it is not smallpox, and it can’t even fly, yet it’s everywhere. Cars without drivers, cars with drivers, and cars which should not have drivers to begin with.
You’ve probably seen them, since they’re not exactly hard to spot. They all look alike, they’re always in a rush, and they drive like gladiators on crack. But the problem lies not with them. We are a stubborn people, stubborn as steel, but we can certainly forgive ourselves that (even though forgiveness is not our strong suit either). We should forgive our stubbornness, if only because it continues to serve as a defining trait for leaders, trend-setters, and top-of-the-food-chain entities, through and through. The problem lies not with them, the problem lies in the mutation whose roots lie much, much deeper.
Walking, ever heard of it?
According to the latest archeological findings, the oldest known wheel was discovered in 3,500 B.C in Mesopotamia. Its immediate purpose was uncertain, yet its prospect was limitless, and thus a clear path was set. A path, which leads us to the issue at hand. The wheel did not only give us the car, but it also gave us scooters, skates, bikes, skateboards, and shopping carts. The alternative is out there, bright as our ever-loving, cancer-inducing ball of fire in the sky. As a collective, we are taught, human progress is inevitable. Curiosity, tenacity, and sheer will have always overcome laziness, pessimism, and the need for egotistical bigotry. Albeit, not always. We (the Kosovans) tend to do our best to set ourselves apart, be the exception, break the brick through to the other side of the wall.
Transportation is a means, no? Ok, so walking is a little conservative, granted, and running, perhaps a little pretentious (here) and cycling, better left for Vullkan. But state-of-the-art, vomit-inducing, better-than-the-Sheikh’s, custom-made German machinery does not belong, and shall not belong, for quite a long, long, long.
Every ailment needs a cure, every syndrome a solution, every epidemic a vaccine, and every idiot a hard-floor, steel bars, and a portion of cold pasul. Let reason prevail, it is a simple call, for a simple thorn in the eye.
The article was originally written in English.
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