
The Albanian is not afraid. It doesn't give up. It is not in our ethnogenesis. It's not in our vein. Never. And in no yard.
This is not our culture. This is not in our case. Never. In no time. In no era. In no line of any Albanian letter. A disaster not found in our lands.
And when it happened twice in history, among the Suliots or the Crutans, it happened because your dignity was torn in the middle by a foreign shoe and not by the desperation of a madman.
The Albanian is not afraid. It doesn't give up. It is not in our ethnogenesis. It's not in our vein. Never. And in no yard.
Many things may be possible, like the knight in the fairy tale, but such history, Albania has seen.
But what happened? And why? Globalism? Neo-technologicalism? Or virtualism? A mother with three children is sacrificed for a fool!!
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