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PART ONE

Chapter I

The Sugar Boat

Kindergarten Nr. 19, where Fatos Qorri had found a roof, had been built in the Soviet era, the 50’s. It was a neoclassical building of red brick, entered through a three-arched porch that supported the central first-floor balcony. The kindergarten, as a building and an institution, had flourished for a couple of decades and then decayed over time until, after the fall of the regime in the early nineties, it was virtually derelict. The front door was torn off and most of its rooms were empty, their children long gone. The back yard was used as a rubbish dump by the residents of the neighbouring apartment block, because by this time even the rubbish was no longer collected. Some illegal extensions to another apartment block behind the kindergarten made it impossible for any private vehicle to come in to remove the garbage, and a battle had begun between the apartment dwellers who continued to throw out their rubbish, and wild nature itself, which tried to cover it with various kinds of vegetation of which wild figs were the most rampant. The most common visitors to the yard were street dogs and cats, swarming in packs over the refuse that stank foully in hot weather.

Like many similar public buildings, the Kindergarten had become a refuge for the homeless during the upheavals and the mass exodus that accompanied the fall of communism. Its rooms were quickly shared out among six groups of people. Half the ground floor, a classroom with toilet and annex, still functioned as a kindergarten, kept going by the teachers who wanted to hold onto their jobs. The family of Qorri’s friend Daut Gumeni, a former political prisoner who had served twenty-four years, lived in the other half. Qorri himself was on the first floor above Gumeni and opposite him lived the former owners of the land on which the Kindergarten had been built, and who had moved in to protect their property. A divorced woman had taken the head teacher’s office in-between, and opposite her lived a pensioner who had once been the caretaker.

So here in these six living spaces, some of the most acute social problems that followed the fall of the communist regime were brought together: the need to house the former political prisoners and the families the regime had interned in remote villages, the issues of compensation for expropriated landowners and of accommodation for the elderly who had lost their old people’s homes and of divorced women who were no longer protected by the state, which had compelled their husbands to share an apartment with them. There were also the problems which arose from the employment of teachers who had lost their work places and of the pre-school education of children whose families had nobody to care for them.

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Winter was particularly hard, because the rooms were large, with many wooden windows whose frames were now rotten with age. The wind pierced their cracks like a knife. The inhabitants warmed themselves with electric heaters, whose wires hung in the air and were attached directly to the poles outside, but power cuts were frequent and their heating was never adequate.

That night too, Qorri turned on the fan heater as soon as he returned home, noticing that the furred blades were making an increasingly loud noise.

Every evening he wrote a little fiction in order to clear his mind of the tensions of current events he wrote about for the newspapers. These were now becoming extremely worrying, and he was less and less able to ignore them and switch to the imaginative plane of fiction. When nothing fresh came to him, he would turn back and read everything he had written so far. He was writing the summary of a novel that he intended to call ‘The Sugar Boat,’ based on the story of a small pyramid scheme that a cousin of his had started. It had collapsed some time ago, but without the commotion that the fall of the big schemes was now causing.

The arrival of a boatload of sugar, whose sale would pay off all his debts, was the last deception used by the mastermind of the pyramid scheme to palm off the daily demands of his creditors. Qorri had made this boat the focal point of the novel, a symbol of people’s hope and trust in the victory of capitalism over the reality of socialism. The arrival of the sugar boat would solve everything.

Notes for the novel ‘The Sugar Boat’: Description of Luli’s house and his arrival in Tirana after 44 years:

In the time of King Zog this neighbourhood had been one of the smartest in Tirana. The new rich had built these now dilapidated villas. At the fall of communism it was not considered an attractive neighbourhood.

Luli returned to Tirana in 1990 and found his house at the start of the street still standing, but its peeling stucco made it hard to imagine that this had once been the home of one of King Zog’s senior civil servants.

But this is how Luli found his father’s house, which he had left behind when he escaped from Albania in 1947. Yet he could no longer recognize it in this ugly building.

Luli was one of the first to return from abroad after communism fell. His relatives welcomed him like a god, although there were few people left in the neighbourhood who had known him as a boy.

After the war the whole family had been viewed with suspicion because Luli’s elder brother had fled the country in 1944 and settled in America. After Luli escaped, his father was interned in a remote village for several years and when he was allowed back to Tirana he sold cigarettes in a kiosk.

Now time had vindicated him and Luli’s escape was viewed in a different light. His relatives were slightly hurt by the fact that their beloved Luli had forgotten almost all their names, even the names of his uncle’s sons with whom he had grown up.

People found excuses for him. He had escaped when he was very young and the poor man had struggled hard to get where he was. Now he was a millionaire. His first successful business had been in New Zealand, they said, and now he traded throughout the world.

He himself said that he could have made no other choice. He had either to forget everybody or to pine away yearning for his relatives like his brother, a poet, who had spent his entire life writing pathetic verses of homesickness until his death from cancer in the United States a few years previously. Luli frankly admitted that his soul was not a poetic one like his elder brother’s.

Meeting the President:

Luli was even granted an audience with the last communist president, Ramiz Alia. Now that Albania was opening its doors to the capitalist world, one of the president’s principal tasks was to meet businessmen who wanted to invest in the country. The television news reported on the meeting and revealed that Luli wanted to buy the privatised handicrafts enterprise with its excellent lines in knitwear. Luli wanted to turn the entire organization into a woollen-wear manufacturer. New Zealand wool had an excellent reputation. He could ship the wool from New Zealand and the cheap workforce of Albanian women could produce knitwear for export to Europe.

He stayed a short time and then returned to New Zealand where he had his family and principal business.

Mimi and Vera:

Before Luli returned, the neighbourhood had recognized his younger brother Mimi as the owner of the house. In his career as a construction engineer Mimi had risen no higher than middle management. He married late in life after an appalling incident in which a spurned ex-girlfriend had gone to his house late one evening, called him to the door, and thrown acid in his face, blinding him in one eye. Nobody knew what had so embittered this woman, whether Mimi had done anything more than break off the relationship, but people considered her a crazy woman, and Mimi her victim.

Later he married Vera, but they had no children. There was only a cat and a dog at home.

Luli’s second visit:

On this second visit, Luli stated that he had come purely on business, but his first duty was to attend the funeral of a close cousin. At the ceremony the mourners were totally distracted by a beautiful woman whom Luli brought with him. Returning from the burial, the dead man’s family and friends did not talk at all about their memories of the deceased, but only about the charms of Luli’s companion. She was a lovely young mulatto, whose hips, breasts, and full lips drew everyone’s attention. Nobody knew if Luli was separated from his first wife or not. He said that their children were scattered all over the world, one in Japan, one in Australia, and a third in the United States.

A few days later, Luli declared he had started a business partnership with a company in Slovenia, and would import household appliances. Such an idea seemed miraculous to the Albanians, who had just emerged from the penury of communism. Electric stoves, refrigerators, and Gorenje washing machines started to arrive. But Luli’s main business remained in New Zealand, where he had built up his life, and in the United States, which was his trading base. His visit to Albania, he said, arose from a sense of duty to his long-suffering fellow-countrymen, and in giving work to his brother. Mimi became the firm’s manager in Albania.

Founding the pyramid:

Soon after Luli’s second visit, Mimi was understood to be paying interest on the dollars he had collected. For every $1,000 paid to him, he would pay out $75 per month. Mimi said that the money was given to Luli, who set it to work in his large-scale businesses throughout the world. Luli’s profits in the western world were rumoured to be colossal, and 7.5 per cent a month represented a modest return.

The myth surrounding Luli, combined with Mimi’s moral credibility, convinced all their relatives it was safe to invest their money. Some had only $500 to deposit and some had thousands. Mimi welcomed them all with a show of courtesy, and Vera carefully wrote down the clients’ names and the amounts and dates of their deposits.

At first everything went miraculously smoothly. Some depositors of small sums of $500 to $1,000 lived for the whole month on the interest they received, because $50 a month was a substantial income in the first years after communism. But it was rumoured that some people had deposited more than $20,000 with Mimi. He was trusted to such a degree that people begged him to take their money and some even asked their relatives to intervene to have themselves included on Mimi’s lists.

Mimi himself kept a low profile. He did not open grandiose offices like VEFA or Gjallica: firms calling themselves finance houses that were set up at the same time. He said that he took his friends’ and relatives’ money only as a favour to them, because Luli had no real need of it.

For a while Mimi behaved very properly, paying the monthly dividend on the capital placed with him. Very few people withdrew this dividend, except for needy people who had paid in small sums. The depositors watched in fascination as the sums grew every month. Those who had put in $1,000 calculated that the $75 interest of the first month increased the second month’s dividend, and so on, until within a short time their $1,000 had become $2,000. Investors of $10,000 were delighted to find they had $20,000. And so for a long time Mimi accumulated more than he paid out.

Mimi and the big pyramids:

When the big pyramid schemes appeared, Mimi poured scorn on them. They produce nothing, he told everyone who would listen, while continuing to praise his brother’s trading ventures.

But the strength and reputation of the big pyramid schemes grew fast. They advertised in the newspapers and on State television. The word ‘Holding’ which the largest firm VEFA added to its name, exerted a magic power. The Albanian economy was entering the great global market, and now had its very own ‘Holdings’.

But after a while, people noticed that Mimi was becoming dilatory in paying interest on request.

Mimi’s swift collapse was caused by the growth of the big pyramids. These wonder-working firms increased their interest rates. Anyone who owned a small apartment could sell it for $10,000, invest the money, and within a year buy another apartment twice the size. People flocked to them to deposit their money.

Mimi became increasingly behind in paying back the money that his depositors had invested, and now wanted to withdraw. At first he paid only the interest, but then had to suspend these payments too. A strange psychological phenomenon was apparent among the majority of people who asked for their money but were sent away empty-handed. In the beginning, they did not argue or even question the reason for this delay. They seemed scared to look beneath the surface. They were frightened of waking from their dream.

Bad news:

Soon afterwards, bad news spread through the family circle. A relative returned from a visit to Slovenia with the information that Albanians there knew Luli as a prodigious gambler who spent his days in the casinos of Ljubljana, and that the mulatto was not his wife but his current mistress.

However, the family decided not to believe this report, instead ostracizing their cousin and accusing of him of jealousy because his own business venture had failed.

The same mentality was at work in the case of the big pyramids. The more the word “pyramid” was used to describe these unstable financial schemes, the more people sought evidence to convince themselves that they were not fraudulent. They liked to be called ‘creditors’ and hated the word ‘debt’. And anyway, who was in ‘debt’ to whom? Some said that the long-standing depositors were in debt to the recent ones, and all the depositors were simply debtors and creditors to one another.

Others disagreed: No, it couldn’t be true. They were not merely taking the money of those who deposited it later. The interest they withdrew came from the investment of their money, or perhaps from some other source. After a time, to counter these ominous rumours, word spread that these firms were in fact laundering money. Apparently, the state was aware of this and was even abetting the laundering of money because high-level politicians had also deposited their cash. These allegations of state support had, it seemed, persuaded some people who had resisted the temptation to lodge their money with Mimi, to transfer it to the big pyramids of VEFA, Kamberi,

Xhaferri, and Sudja.

The Sugar Boat rumour is born:

Finally Mimi could no longer palm off his creditors with extensions and postponements. He told all those who came to withdraw their cash that their money was invested in a huge boat laden with sugar that Luli had bought and was bringing to Albania. He assured them that Luli had traded very successfully in sugar and this boat would bring all his profits. He put off everybody who asked for money with the story of the Sugar Boat, which now circulated amongst the investors as a sign of hope.

The elections approach:

As the democratic elections drew near, the ruling party boasted that the economy was strong and successful. The opposition, fearful of losing votes, said not a word against the pyramid schemes, even though people had started to grumble about them. Mimi himself lambasted the big pyramids, but his voice was not a public one.

The ruling party won the elections with the help of the pyramid schemes. The election campaign was adorned with the logos of finance houses such as Gjallica and VEFA Holdings.

The Dutch cheque:

One creditor, who has already become a daily visitor to Mimi’s house, came back with the news that a part of the boat’s cargo had been sold and Mimi had received a cheque from Luli for several million dollars in order to pay his accumulated debts.

The creditors’ spirits revived. Those who had doubted the honesty of Mimi and Luli experienced a pleasurable thrill of guilt. How could they have imagined that Luli and Mimi, boys from a good family, could ever sink so low as to swindle money from their own relatives? The keenest investors promptly started counting up their money and their virtual profits for the entire period.

Mimi and Vera run away:

Their disillusionment was swift. Mimi told some of his relatives, who came to withdraw their money, that he was setting off for Holland because a problem had cropped up and the cheque was being held at a bank there.

Shortly afterwards Vera was discovered to have left with him. Some people still hoped for his return with their money and even said that Mimi and Luli had joined the Sugar Boat, which was on his way to Albania.

But the hopes of even the most optimistic crumbled when the first big pyramids fell. Mimi had been a swindler. Even the Sugar Boat had been a fraud. Mimi had used his reputation and the good name of his family to deceive them. Rumour had it that he had not even been a good husband. The woman who had thrown acid in his face now seemed to have had justice on her side. He had been recruited by the state security service long ago. His defenders said that he was a victim of his brother,. Luli was the real fraudster who had exploited his family’s reputation and the prestige of the West.

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Qorri read his notes so far. He had already imagined the novel’s denouement, in which creditors would attack Mimi’s house after he had escaped without trace. The creditors who had claimed to have deposited more than $200,000 with him would announce that the house belonged to them, and a deadly quarrel would break out among them, with some drawing guns and ready to kill rather than surrender the property.

But what was happening around him went beyond anything in Qorri’s notes. Reality beggared the writer’s imagination. The more eventful life is, the less room there is for creativity, he thought. Perhaps Balzac was right; that a novel lived through is one less novel written. Where history begins, fiction stops short. In this novel, he had found in the ‘Sugar Boat’ a metaphor that organized the narrative and lent wings to his imagination, but the events that he was living through, so tangible and unpredictable, seemed to have demolished the edifice his imagination had constructed.