Three years have passed since the horror of October 7. But we must all understand that, for the families whose loved ones were murdered by the butchers of Hamas, for those whose lives were torn apart, and for the survivors carrying wounds no eye can see, that morning has never truly ended. Earlier this year, I stood at Nova. There are places where silence speaks louder than words, and Nova is one of them. Young people from many nations had gathered there to dance, to laugh, to celebrate life, and their lives were stolen by the darkness of hatred and terror. In Albania, we have one word that contains an entire moral code: Besa. A promise that cannot be broken. In Europe’s darkest hour, our grandparents kept that promise by sheltering Jews from the Holocaust, risking everything to save people marked for death. Today, that inheritance demands something of us. It demands that memory never surrender to indifference, that grief never be abandoned to loneliness, that antisemitism never again be allowed to hide behind silence, slogans or excuses, and that we remain faithful to our friends even through their darkest hours. To every mother, father, child and family mourning today: May the memory of your loved ones be an eternal blessing🇦🇱🙏🇮🇱