FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
Non-Grata is resurrected and befriended by its enemy. Even Baloku is dirty with corruption, but neither the American embassy nor Altini of the Duman tribe can feel the stench at all.
On the day that Ambassador Yuri Kim put flowers on the head of the 'corpse' of Sali Berisha, the writer of "Kurban", shot at Erdogan's palaces and couldn't contain his joy.
He put his feet on the damp spots, gave a glimpse of the street where Lulzim Basha had sacrificed the ram of Saliu's leg, the day he had entered the Municipality of Tirana with his right foot, and informed the millet of the nahija that he was about to ride on top of Mount Tomorr, above the quarries of Ilir Meta, to write beautiful stories, until we make America like Albania and Shkodra like Puka.
Edi Paloka was filled with jealousy and poured all his talent on the postulate: "Sali Berisha is not dead, but Edi Rama, this beautiful Miss Kimete, has made us his own".
The very fishes of the depths of urbanization were unleashed through the modern struggles of humanity.
On our fortunes, the falls and the roots, the descents and the ascents, were fixed.
Through the squares of the centuries, they had bottled up all our pains, so that America would not raise its voice as much as Argita.
As soon as Saliu's Argita took the microphone and uttered the oath that we are all in danger from America, that the sheikhs of the Balkans are the middle class of society, the American embassy blew the whistle for an agreement and peace in the confusion with fire in the Parliament and on the streets.
That's all it took, the crime files and communication bridges were even worse.
The waves of dances with the republican guard and a handful of rebels also covered the streets with potholes, where each prosecutor would break his legs if he dared to browse any page in Saliu's file, or if he was far away, to touch the qitas of the tall kafir who still draws on the painting canvas of Alexander Soros, to make America like Albania.
Yes, there is so much wealth in these parts that the animals get drunk and the castes are not taken by surprise.
Even Saliu's political death turned out to be avoidable to this day, right?
Non-Grata is resurrected and befriended by its enemy.
Even Baloku is dirty with corruption, but neither the American embassy nor Altini of the Duman tribe can feel the stench at all.
The drink is so strong that everyday life is covered with a black cloth and cannot be photographed; will thieves continue to steal and diplomats keep silent, or should Argita raise her voice more, so that America is mentioned with a tougher attitude./ Pamphlet
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