There is a word for blight in a city. Every major metropolis has its share of eyesores; architectural misinterpretations proposed and built by men with money not their own. In Seattle we call it Key Arena. Here in Tirana, they call it The Pyramid. The permanent nature of concrete is a concept which often eludes building designers.
This building was originally named the Enver Hoxha Museum, in honor of the man who ruled Albania from the mid-40s until his death in 1985. Hoxha was the Robert Mugabe of his time, an amoral person driven by fear to lead a nation into darkness and decay. This building has been slated for demolition.
Yesterday evening we said goodbye to the twelve Italian students who had been living here for the last two weeks. David, Luka, Luka, Guiseppe, Stephano, Salvo, Mimo, Francesco, Pasquale, Vincenzo, Tony, and Salvatore are all fine men with huge hearts for the word and mission of Jesus Christ. Every morning the greeting they use is “pace,” pronounced in English “pa-che,” which means peace.
Luka, Joshua, Luka, David, and Vincenzo in the school cafeteria in Sauk.
Today around noon I went to Tirana with a pair of missionaries who are natives of Milwaukee; in Albania to serve for a month. Delightful. The people who have come to serve here are extraordinary. I really have been blessed by everyone I’ve met. Pray for us.
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I remember that structure. In this case I think the cold, industrial appearance is entirely appropriate as the Enver Hoxha Museum. It sort of resembles the tiny bunkers that litter the landscape of Albania.