FLASH
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Thieves are at the worst time in our history...
Altin Dumani, has put his chest to the American storm that is pushing, go and destroy the mafia of our village, with sacrificial zeal, so that the thickest trunk, Edi Rama, does not fall, at least before spring.
Altini, as the son of Yuri, or the jury of democracy, as a petty bourgeois, has wrapped Ilir Meta, Olta Xhaçka, Ilir Beqjan, Lali Erin, Fatmir Mediu, Frida Krifca with a big raincoat, wild fish and feathery swans that dive under water every time the forecast announces fog, rain, snow, or winds blowing over the balcony of Saliu or the Balkans of Bablok.
The strong winds blowing from America have pulled the embers out of their holes, shaken the branches of the mafia government, scared the migrating flamingos, blown Monika Kryemadhi's lips and deflated the lungs of Ilir Meta's tank wheels.
The former President of the Republic, has either drowned or drowned in the foam of the pitcher that releases streams of rain from the sky above the Saliu balcony, with a disgusting explosion in the middle of the concert of thieves, who slide on corruption and surreal wealth.
Saliu can even be "thrown" from the balcony, if Altin Dumani is constipated with the files of brother Olsi, the incinerators of Lali Eri or the money that should not be known to which Mafia Clan they belong, from AbiBank where those you care about live. open another big file, "who helped Saliu fall from the 7th floor"?!
Words do not bring death, but when evil is near, one must speak.
Like Floriri is fed up, after he has smelled that Altin Duman's shield has been torn by the blows of public opinion and a few journalists sworn to ideals and truth, and he must definitely release him under the open sky, on the lost front, where Petrit Vasili , even with gold detectors, I can't pick up the pieces.
Saliu was taken by the wind and thrown to the seventh floor, where he risks falling before February 16, the day the Rama-McGonigal case is judged; Lali Er and Bablok have crashed into a glacial reality, where the wealth of the 33-year-old mafia is rolling towards the abyss.
Thieves are at the worst time in our history. The day has no Sun, the Night has no Moon, the Cell has no Stars and a strong prison wind is blowing from America./ Pamphlet
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