(Riven, somewhere on the network)
In Albania there is a mountain full of blood. Absorbs it everywhere. Once a year, in a huge amphitheater of rock beneath its summit, thousands of sheep, goats, lambs, sheep, and roosters are sacrificed in front of the armies of Muslim pilgrims, joined by Catholics, Orthodox Christians, agnostics, atheists superstitious and charmed from the invisible.
is the last slaughter of Europe. A thick reddish cloud hides the top for days. He has a terrible name, no one pronunciation and that in Albanian means "fear." They call it simply "The Mountain" for respect and for detecting intruders.
At the top, next to a grave, there is a large stone basin where the steaming liquid cola. Sacrifice is for him, Abbas Ali (the son of Muhammad), according to tradition, miraculously survived the massacre at Karbala, in Mesopotamia in 680 AD century has escaped so far. The grave is his, and around it that the Albanians - mostly Bektashi, that of Shiite origin - are to slaughter animals and dance the nights around the fire, clutching to the gurus. They look like their venerable after half a century of state atheism. They wear green clothes, turbans, long beards, and they all look full of seraphic calm.
Baba Edmund, having just returned from Anatolia, donates hundreds of pilgrims on their breath. Aspira, in his body, all the misfortunes that are told. An old hugs him after telling him a dream and kisses him on the chest. Breathe unhappy love, sadness, hopeless, back pain, alcoholism, family members, unpaid debts.
I bektashi sono in bilico tra sciismo e sunnismo, attraverso la poetica e i mistici dell’Islam senza confini. Sono considerati più vicini al Cristianesimo che all’Islam. Invece della Mecca pellegrinano nella loro anima. I loro maestri sono più importanti del Corano e della Legge. Dove loro dormono sarà santificato dal loro sonno. I maestri hanno raggiunto dentro sé l’Uomo Perfetto che, a sentire i bektashi, abita dentro ognuno di noi. I maestri sono l’esempio.
I maestri respingono le passioni e praticano il celibato, l’ascesi e un severo noviziato, come i monaci cristiani. Non sono presenti donne blindate con veli o recluse in spazi ristretti. Sulla sacred mountain we are crazy about girls in jeans with bare arms or mini-skirts. The veil was forbidden already in 1937 to mark the break with Albania and with the conservative hierarchy of Yugoslavia and Kosovo.
Abbas Ali every year in August, down from the sky for five days. You can see the butchers-priests, frightened lambs, sketches of plasma, the nauseating smell of meat, the intricacies of the intestines dragged by the dogs, the smell of burning, piles of skins, heads of slaughtered cows. Thousands of bonfires on the hills cast shadows of the dancers, looking around the bonfires of old women, boys turning the skewers or drink beer. After five days the saint, binge e sazio, torna in cielo. Gli zingari raccolgono le interiora rimaste nei canali di scolo. Le pelli sono state portate via e ora mancano i lupi, che fiutano da giorni il sangue lontano.
