In our house in the 2000s, the first CD we had on a large tape recorder was by Eliza Hoxha. My sister brought her and there we decided that she was our singer.
When I clicked one of her songs at the end of the episode with her, without a plan, believe me, the words just came to me. We sang her songs and imitated the clothes of Eliza's video clips together with her sister so intensively, it seems, that the brain never erases them.
Later she disappeared for some time. He returned again to the "Magic Song", where he grabbed the prize, but then he ran off the stage again.
Without knowing her closely, she seemed to me an artist with a full head.
A year ago I wrote to her that I wanted to invite her on the podcast to talk about her life. We met in Pristina and Eliza appeared with red hair and the aura of a woman already. He talked to me a lot about politics and I was almost sad because I was looking for CD Eliza in my room with my sister. At least he gave some sign that he missed her.
Did she realize how much influence and what modern style had had in those years? What had happened during these 25 years with him? Had life brought him luck? What about love? What about disappointments?
Eliza came like Beethoven's music from the Sonata whose name also bears her name, strong, true and perhaps like never before in a narrative about her life and choices.
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