FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
The howls in the Democratic Party are organic; this Party cannot survive otherwise, just as the gypsy moth cannot endure the summer weather without its multitude of annoying voices.
In the footsteps of the enemy, they drink water.
To this day, no one has discovered the 'why'. Some say they lack even a hint of creativity or imagination, and that's why they dress in the enemy's 'Pradas'. But the reasoning seems very intellectual.
These are few, very few, lowly, without any intellect.
Yesterday they rushed to Dibra for a colorful rally, with smoke and noise; along the Arbri Road. They reminded us of their times when they threatened peace in every corner of the country. They were happy about the new road as if it were a handkerchief who would catch it first. They had cursed and praised the Arbri Road as it went through the mountains and over the bridges with grunts. They even said that this road should not be where it was built. They even stood up and said that it had destroyed the inns of the Middle Ages, which in fact do not exist. Some local historian had revealed to them that this had been called the "Rruga e haneve", but these communists changed its name!
The 'communists' built it..., that was the problem, they couldn't build it; they themselves wouldn't even be able to build a house, let alone bridges, tunnels and roads. Yesterday, to hold their political party in Debar, they appeared disfigured, having all that beauty and cleanliness of the street so that they could get out of their cars, crumple on the asphalt, get back up and roar at the top of their lungs.
In their hall in Peshkopi, there were truly more screams than people.
The howls in the Democratic Party are organic; this Party cannot survive otherwise, just as the gypsy moth cannot endure the summer weather without its multitude of annoying voices.
But in the end they didn't care because they built all their happiness on the works built by the enemy. The Socialist Party and Prime Minister Edi Rama have changed the face of the country over the last decade when they were not around. Almost no sign remains of the ugliness that these DPs put on the face of the country. Now the ugliest and most outdated relics are these themselves, their political performance, the screams, the baseless words, the dementia of the mayor, the bad taste....
They spend their entire lives in Albania, the rival that Europe envies.
If their dream came true, what would they do to Arbri Road or airports, or major arteries, or stadiums, or rebuilt cities, or tourist sites?
These are burdened with the psychosis of the 'Mecca partisan'. They would come from the smoke of the war for destruction, with mud and smoke opingas on their lips they would lie down in the 'Emperor's bed'; which today is the beautiful, clean, and elegant Albania. It would take them years to lead it to destruction, where they left it?
Maybe not that many years.
When these people came in 1992, they had actually destroyed the country since 1991; everyone destroys as they grow up, these people who were not even born. They had destroyed the work of the people, but which they called 'communism and Enver'. Over 5,000 industrial and economic works, over 700 schools, hospitals, warehouses, armaments, vineyards, bazaars...
All their hatred for communism was due to their inability to be like 'Enver.' This was also their hidden love.
The post-communist government, for as many days and years as it stayed, slept, soiled and magnified itself in those offices and those armchairs that the previous 'enemy' had built. The same meeting room, the same oval Bureau table, the same Central Committee, the same 21 December. The only thing President Berisha added to Haxhi Lleshi's office was a carpet and a chair. He took both home the day he left.
When they fell with their entire state, they had the 'leek', the leek of Lushnja, as a symbol of their fall. A vegetable and staple food of Albanians during the time of communist poverty - this was also a symbol of the post-communist period.
The communist regime had done the same thing. It boasted of the King's Palace, which it declared 'exiled', sat in the offices of Fascism and paraded on Mussolini's boulevard, shouting against Fascism... It could not save the works it built itself.
How could he save them from a wild communist who took over?
Only the hydroelectric power plants remained, with which we all escaped, so that they wouldn't stick their fingers in our eyes.
Lini një Përgjigje