(This
article originally appeared in the December 18, 1994 edition of The Washington
Post)
Revolution
by the Book
In Post-Communist Albania,
a Tiny Library Speaks Volumes About Hope
By
Thomas Goltz
POGRADEC, Albania -- Mary Andre Hunter, age 70, is a
librarian of the old school. She does not tolerate noise in her bulding and
scolds when a member of the local soccer team drops a box of 50 books on his
foot and disturbs tranquility with an instinctive yelp.
"Shhh!" stage-whispers Hunter, looking over
bifocal glasses and scowling her stern, librarian-style, "This is a
library! No noise!"
"Shhh!" say the other members of the team
to the boy holding his foot in pain. "No noise! This is a library!"
Order restored, the team resumes hauling books to
Hunter and her staff of three local girls as they go about their almost silent
task of scratching out Dewey Decimal System cards for an open-stack, public
library of 300,000 books in this town of 20,000 people.
Pogradec (pronounced Pogradetz) might seem to be a
strange place to establish what will be the largest public library in the
Balkans. Set on the shores of Lake Ohrid, on the Macedonian/Greek/Albanian
frontier, it is a dumpy town of unfinished, cinder block buildings alternating
with military bunkers that have been turned into public
toilets.
But
for Mary Hunter and the New England Relief Organization (NEARO), a private
organization set up by Albanian-Americans to aid their distant kinsmen,
Pogradec is a special town indeed, There are other government and
non-government aid organizations who have brought in the usual range of
blankets, baby food and Bibles to Albania to assist in difficult -- no
mind-boggling -- transition from being an isolated communist encalve to being
part of the worlds communtiy again. But NEARO is the only humanitarian group in
the country that specializes in libraries. In fact. Pogradec has two libraries,
bought whole and shipped to Albania by Peter C. Kole, a native of Pogradec who
now lives in Cleveland, Ohio (See photo at right).
"Pogradec
region used to be famous for two things, " explains Hunter, during a rare
break from her task of cataloguing books. "It had the highest number of
immigrants to foreign countries and it had the highest number of bankers of any
part of Albania, per capita. Now it will have the highest percentage of books,
and thus the highest percentage of free-thinking individuals in the new Albania
of today."
Hunter
bristles when the NEARO library project is compared with the activities of
American missionary groups now sweeping through the country, or even with U.S.
government aid.
"It is not charity, she says, "We are
family, and we call it sharing."
Mary Hunter is a very self conscious
Albanian-American. She is the daughter of an Orthodox Christian, Albanian
couple who moved from the nearby village of Zerchisht to Jamestown, NY. She
grew up speaking Albanian and rolling borek, a sort of multi-layered cheese or
meat wafer that Albanians claim as one of their contributions to world kitchen
culture. Her second cousins are the Belushis, as in the actor brothers John and
Jim, whose family also came from Zerchisht.
As a group, the Albanians remained the most obscure
of all European
migants to the United States for one very good
reason: Unlike other "ethnic"
groups such as the Irish, Ukranians or even the
Armenians, ties to the
"homeland" were severed for almost 50 years
because of the "fundamentalist communism" imposed on the country by
its Stalinist dictator, Enver Hoxha.
The symbol of Hoxha's paranoid state are the
estimated 1 million bunkers that dot the landscape like so many cement and
steel warts, built to defend the country from a long list of perceived enemies:
the imperialist Americans and their NATO "lackeys," the Greeks and
Italians, Yugoslavia (after Tito's break with Moscow) and the
"revisionist" Soviet Union (after its break with Stalinism). A few
years before Hoxha's death in 1985, the "backsliding" Chinese joined
the Albanian enemies list.
Under Hoxha's regime, listening to foreign broadcasts
on the radio was a political offense that landed many in jail. As for
possessing books or magazines in foreign languages -- well, that was almost a
capital crime.
"My father was a high official in the party and
had access to books the common people were not allowed, " a long-haired
young man names David told me in a bar in Pogradec. "When my mother was
pregnant, my father happened to be reading a book that made a great impression
on him and decided to name me after the hero. The authorities demanded to know
why he was so infatuated with bourgeois culture. But because my father was a
man with connections, he held his ground and won the right to name me the way
he wanted."
The name of the author was Charles Dickens; the book
was "David Copperfield."
But as elsewhere in the former East, Albania is
suffering from what might be called post-communist distress syndrome: the
yearning, after the intitial euphoria of freedom from state control, for a
return of a little law and order, even if it means restrictions on personal
freedom. A mass, illegal immigration (mainly towards Greece) has deposited
professors and engineers in jobs as day laborers at salaries far above the norm
in Albania. When they return, they bring money with them and find resentment
waiting. Many are increasingly afraid of a naive and dangerous
ultra-nationalism bred of despair.
Pogradec's answer is books -- all 300,000 of them. In
Hunter's library they are everywhere, but mainly on the floor: Chemistry and
biology texts are hidden by hundreds of dime romances; fiction by Steinbeck and
thrillers by Tom Clancy are intermixed with a ton or two of Readers' Digest
condensed novels. Five full sets of encyclopedias and god-knows how many
English-to-what language dictionaries lie tumbled and jumbled on the stairs,
betwixt and between the shattered cardboard boxes that brought them here. When
the books finally get to the shelves, they will be available to a community that
used to fear giving their children anything other than a handful odf
state-approved names.
"Our agreement with the government -- no, our
demand -- is that the library be public and have open shelves," Hunter
explains. "It is to be a place for anyone who wants to come and browse
around ideas -- and then take home the book or books that he or she
wants."
There have been hitches. NEARO first wanted the
library set up in the larger regional city of Korcha, but the authorities there
did not like the idea of open shelves. So NEARO packed up the boxes and shipped
them down the road to Pogradec. One Albanian nespaper likened the idea of
putting 300,000 books in the town of 20,000 to building an Olympic stadium in a
village. Rumors were afoot that Mary Hunter is part of a dark scheme to sell
the books on the sly and get rich.
"You have to get used to this sort of
thing," Hunter says. "In a society
where access to books was a privilege of the elite,
what else can you expect? The end of restricted access to ideas is the quickest
way to end the problem of the "bunker of the mind" that has crippled
Albania for more than 40 years."
NEARO -- which has several other library projects in
the works -- is not going to allow itself to be intimidated. It has reserved
the right to pull the library project from Pogradec if local authorities try to
take control of what it insists must be a public project. The prospect that the
town might lose its new trove of books is viewed as a disaster by ordinary
citizens. A solidarity committee that calls itself the library's board of
directors has formed to knock some sense into the heads of the municipal
government.
Lorence Nolini is a member. At age 28, Nolini is
arguably the most successful businessman in Pogradec -- and he likes to think that
his success is a good omen for others. Nolini turned his grandmother's one-room
house (which she shared with a cow) into a classy restaurant and bar; grandma
is now the unofficial maitre d'. The house specialty is koran, a delicious
freshwater salmon unique to Lake Ohrid, which people come from as far away as
the capital city of Tirana to eat. Along with other business ventures, Noli
expects to gross $100,000 this year -- and is thus a man to contend with when
it comes to local politics. And Nolini wants the library.
"The library project is incredibly important for
us," he says. "It is not like the other sort of aid that everyone is
trying to pump into Albania. It is substantial and it is symbolic. It is
exactly what we did not have in the recent past."
Meanwhile, the pile of books on Mary Hunter's
upstairs floor grows and shrinks five or 10 times on a given day. The
librarians work their way toward the bottom of the batch, only to have the
soccer team dump a new load of books on top of the remnants of the last. After
five months of labor, Hunter and her team have managed to work their way
through more than 20,000 volumes, which now grace the shelves of the only room
in the building with any sense of order.
"When I volunteered to lead the library project,
I thought it would take maybe a year," Hunter says slipping a few more
cards in her card catalogue. "Now it is looking more like five years. But
that is all right. I am perfectly willing to spend the rest of my days in
Albania. I feel like I have come home.
The scratching of Hunter's pencil is the only noise
in the room until the first foreign "client" of the Pogradec library
(me) reaches toward a shelf holding a book entitled "Totalitarianism"
and stumbles on a small mountain of pulp fiction that happens to be in the way.
Shhh!" Hunter hisses, unable to hide an impish
grin behind her professional scowl. "Can't you see this is a
library?"