It is said the once lived the Beauty of Soil. She sparkled herself and everything surrounding her sparkled. Her beauty could be compared neither day nor night: Come up sun to come out, come up moon to come out. It is said that the Beauty of Soil was called Pellazgji. It was so magnificient, gracious and bewitching that all neighbours and the remote ones, the civilized and barbarian which knew it, fell madly in love with it. But, Pellazgjia kept standing proud in its life. It honored and respected all those which came around it without being humbled to anyone. Thus, the barbarians became envied for its pride, values and treasures. And once they lashed out to defeat it with violence. The barbarians wrestled too long with it, abducted here and there also jeweleries and treasures pieces, however, Pellazgjia was not depress…What remained after those predatory battles was called Illyria. Barbarians wrestled with Illyria as well, abducted other treasures, other jeweleries, but it did not gave those to them. It was already called Arbëri and it still inherited a part by the Beauty of Soil, a part of Pellazgjia. So graceful, like all the Beauties of Soil in fairytales, although being tired by long violator wrestles, the indomitable Arbëria radiated in the eyes of barbarians which couldn’t stand the light of its civilization. And they wandered how to defeat it. And they lashed out again and again, days and nights, during winters and summers, stole their jewelry, they wounded it, bleed it, broke their limbs and despite it was becoming smaller and smaller due to violence, it still did not surrender. So small and indomitable it newly looked beautiful and radiated civilization in the eyes of barbarian enemies that wanted to undo it with every cost.
Already some called it Albania and some others Shqipëri. Enemies always were highly vulnerable to attack it and monstrous lashed out to its beauty. The small Albania, for the vicious mind of barbarians was the former Pellazgjia which was still indomitabled by predatory violence, that’s why it must not be in peace. It must be disappeared…
This kind of Albania was or not the former Pellazgjia?!… Disputed and disputed its enemies and lashed it out to undo it in order to remain neither fame nor mole by the primeval Pellazgjia which was still vivid in Albanian’s genes… Even they coveted those few treasures that Albania inherited by the primeval Pellazgjia… Was or nor Pellazgjia?!… Already everything was rendered in legend. Pellazgjia, the Beauty of Soil was already a fairytale that was told to the kids during nights…
Meanwhile came out a brave man who decided to explore the legend’s areas. The brave man was called Rasim Bebo. Searching in the difficult tracks of the meditation in the legend’s twilight, the brave Rasim Bebo was discovering jewelerly’s pieces, valuable stones, diamonds and pearls which once used to compound the jewelerly treasures of Pellazgjia… The brave Rasim Bebo by searching, discovering and renovating the pieces of the stolen jewels through centuries by Pellazgjia’s body, succeded to redo its profile of a Soil’s Beauty. Slowly-slowly the legend is becoming reality. Search and you will find a part of this reality in the book “Dodona, the ancient temple of Albania” of the historian Rasim Bebo…
Honored Professor Rasim Bebo!
So, all this come in my mind since the moment I became familiar with the great values of your book… And continuously I have been thinking how to make my words sound more beautiful, to have them out by my mind and my soul at the same time. To have them as worthy, as mellow and to estimate the book “Dodona, the ancient temple of Albania” as it deserves. I believe that this book deserves a rare esteem like itself with the treasure of Albanian values it sumerizes. And I believe that such with be the esteem of any reader…
With this book you already are and will remain one of the historians that will be liked more by Albanian patriots, honored Professor Rasim Bebo… And, as your friend, I can say with a great belief that your work will be judged by the readers as a rare treasure…
May God always bless you!
