FLASH
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The presidents of this Republic have attached the sign 'Nder i Kombit' to the chest of every moron that the Party has proposed. They have made the value of a mishmash. Ismail Kadare is not known here, but Zy hdiu stands out.
The day before yesterday he killed his roommate in the Asylum, somewhere here in the 'Ali Demi' area.
He beat him barbarically with the metal cane, with which anyone who saw him thought that he was holding on to his life with that piece of stick, and that's all. As soon as the work was finished and the nurses of the Center hid the crime, they hid it because... (I'll tell you the reason later), the media appeared with the news that 'the writer and historian Zyhdi Shehu... killed his roommate, Virgjil Vesha'.
The media then discovered that Zyhdiu was also declared an 'Honorary Citizen' in Kavajë. But in the meantime he barbarically beat another man to death.
Whereas Virgil was 'nothing'. If the opposite happened, that Virgil had killed Zyhdi, now we would be experiencing the situation differently, heroic and passionately poetic. Because the victim would be a 'writer and historian'. Maybe even a poet.
The mouths and letters would roar that 'a historian, a well-known writer, an 'Honour of the City and Honor of the Nation' was killed. Parties, agents, anti-democrats, communists, fascists..., everyone would be questioned. All 'who killed our writer and historian..., and Honor?'.
People, the desert, would hear this name for the first time, Zyhdi Shehu; for the first time the name, but have never heard any of his works. Although Zyhdiu is the "Honour" of the people of the city, they would put a lid on this banal story with "prominent intellectuals and well-known historians and writers"; deh would turn the arm in the second sleep.
This has happened and happens very often in our miserable society: Poets and murderers, or thieves, or barbarians, or ignorant people.
The "son of the world" has risen in the Kukës highlands, accused of several crimes, snatched the policeman's pistol and killed the policeman with his own gun. Then he was declared a 'great poet', and to this day our society suffers with the sack on its back, the sack of trouble that 'an outstanding poet' was convicted by the court. But the one who was killed by the law, they say, was only a poet, 'didn't touch a flower'. (Sympathy for the early dead, but more sympathy for the people who suffer in vain 'poet and distinguished historian, whoever).
Even the nurses of the Asylum in Tirana hid the crime of murder committed by Zyhdi Shehu, because they had learned from him that he was a 'prominent writer and historian'.
Prominent historian like Alex Buda!.
This is the Buddha of the religion of the Middle Ages and Skanderbegada history, not the Buddha of Indian Buddhism. Which is this and which is the Buddha? The Buddha is not recognized by nurses, nor by journalists, nor by the shepherds who enter the turins of ordinary people with 'martyr poets'. Where is the martyr poet? Nowhere in the world are there martyred poets, nor martyred writers, nor martyred historians. There are only martyrs, fictional or real martyrs, but without the adjective 'poet' or 'historian'. Buddha was not a martyr. The work is never martyrdom.
There are hundreds of scripto-mans in our lives who push with all the strength of Facebook, money affairs, with the strength of ignorance, of gossip, of relatives..., and come out on the water as 'prominent'. What are they 'torn' for? Ask that man who is passionate about the poet, ask him what he wrote... The other person purses his lips - wrote Edison Ypi in such a reflection. Zero. Yes, zero is better, because there is an empty field, while these occupy the field with dirt that they call art and literature.
The value of society is slipping down through dirty waters, that's all. It is slipping behind these 'prominent historians writers'. The presidents of this Republic have attached the sign 'Nder i Kombit' to the chest of every moron that the Party has proposed. They have made the value of a mishmash. Ismail Kadare is not known here, but Zyhdiu stands out. And how can Frederik Reshpja, or Mira Meksi, or Ali Asllani stand out?...
Here the stick of the "historian" who barbarically kills the friend is valuable, but you don't go to the Opera. Here the one who curses Europe in the name of Gjergj Fishta is praised, but Ndre Mjeda is not recognized. Here they protest for the prison of Stresi and Noizy, but Jan Kukuzeli and Gjergj Lapacaja are forever forgotten.
This terrible place has been created by the signature of the presidents for the "Honour of the Nation", for the "Grand Master" and the "Citizen of Honor". Perhaps it is expected that the metal staff of Zyhdi will be declared 'Grand Master'; it is the stick of the 'historian'.
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