FLASH
Shkruar nga Gjergj Zefi
In Albanian they call the wood used to beat flax...
Eduard Shalsi. I had been told that it is leaking, but I had never taken it seriously. I have no acquaintance with him, except that I have seen him several times on television imitating Edi Rama
Get me on the phone, on whats' app. Because I was talking on the phone, I didn't open it at the moment. As a citizen, he writes me sms; dry, blunt and with 'authority': Gjergj, I am Ed Shalsi!
From the beginning I realized that it did not have a good relationship with ethics. However, out of respect for the vote of my fellow countrymen and not to be like him, I returned the call.
In total mental disequilibrium, he says to me: George, I was told that we said goodbye one day, but I don't remember you... I didn't understand what he was trying to tell me. After hearing that he was a chess player, I thought that he had strategies for 'empty' moves.
I told him, make it short, we've never greeted each other, I've only seen you on TV...
He told me that two articles had been written against him in the Pamphlet, and the gentleman wanted to know who ordered them.
Hey God!
I turned to him- Yes, I am not a 'hitman' my friend!
Seç muttered through his teeth some meaningless sentences, which hid a special style of threat, but which, knowing who said them, made me laugh... Shalsi threatening you is like a turtle...
I know that in the socialist camp they have become red straws, I know that doomsday is coming for them. I also know that day and night they are attacking each other below the belt. What if the man goes to his mind and spends the 'cartridges' for Šalasi?!! Oh God oh God! In Albanian they call the wood used to beat flax...
I had never seen or heard a more satirical figure... And I was saying why does he talk like Edi Rama?!
And I remembered an event from 40 years ago:
In a village between Puka and Tropoja, named Miliskajë, a run-of-the-mill villager had gone down the highway and happened to see a deputy of the People's Assembly who had stopped the car near a spring and was refreshing himself from the difficult road... The villager who, by coincidence his name was Eduard, he saw the deputy, and, frightened, ran away on all fours in the direction of the mountain, shouting: Men, men...
And when he runs away to the center of the village, catching his breath, he shouts loudly:
- Man, what happened to me today, I saw the deputy drinking water over and over again, just like I was...
Today the MP has died, the Eduards like Miliskaja have become MPs.../ Pamphlet
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