FLASH
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Before starting the first and last night, I closed the windows well because Janaq's son was burning the trash can 100 meters from the hotel and all the smoke was entering the rooms lined with marble tiles and gold bars.
Last month I spent a night in the South…….
Janaqi had been inviting me to his 5-star hotel that he had built on the land acquired by law 7501.
I have known him since childhood because his grandfather, a Greek immigrant, had come and worked on my grandfather's land, and they had become family members. because they were honest and hardworking people.
In 1994, my grandfather did not receive any property because it was distributed to 15 followers with the principle:
"The land belongs to the one who works or occupies it".
Without going into this story, the three brothers Janaqi, Raqi and Taqi had built a hotel by the sea and had given it 5 stars. The three had not studied at any university, but they were "skillful" and had made a lot of money growing hashish.
The hotel last Sunday was partly filled with Germans and Dutch.
At the reception, the loud voice of the receptionist could be heard cursing some German customers in half Albanian and half Greek. I had to go over and translate the German but you didn't actually say any of the swear words.
Three German tourists complained that they had no hot water and the air conditioner did not work.
I barely convinced the receptionist to change the rooms and I myself continued on the terrace to drink a coffee because I was tired from the road. The view was fascinating and I was enjoying it but I couldn't finish the coffee. Horseflies or black gnatflies surrounded every kilent and created an abomination.
I hurried to change and go out to sea. The sunbeds were fabulous and I felt like Sultan Murat in the 12th century. I put on my Gucci sunglasses and I was looking like Tik Tok's shoes but my luxury didn't even last 20 minutes.
A terrible toilet smell brought our guts to our throats.
It was the time when the black feces were poured into the sea. The Germans and the Dutch rushed out of the sea. With a towel on his nose, Avash-avash entered the hotel where all the windows were closed.
I thought it was worth it to spend the two hours of pouring black water drinking a glass of wine inside the hotel.
The first sip of the French Sauvignon blanc wine relaxed me but the second sip stuck in my throat.
Janaqi loudly cursed a German couple:
"O shkrdhata, where have you tried fish in your life? You only eat potatoes"
After approaching you, I asked them in German what their complaints were.
They told me that they had been poisoned two days ago by the hotel's fish and today they had asked him not to serve the same one.
Apparently Janaq's fish often spoiled because the lights went out twice a day and the freezer was broken.
I sat Janaq down and started talking to him:
My dear friend, your hotel is good, but your customers are more elite than your hotel.
I have an offer for you dear Janaq - you said.
Come to Germany for 6 months on a tourism and gastronomy course.
Janaqi looked at me in surprise and felt insulted.
What do you say, Kreshnik: I built everything here with my own hands. I myself have become an architect, an engineer, a financier, a cook, a waiter, and let these Germans teach me how to cook fish.
I heard him and told you back: Janaq lek and work do not let you know. These Germans who are your customers have traveled the whole planet and at the end of their lives they came to this corner of the world where you have the hotel. They have tried 200 kinds of international cuisines in life and hundreds of luxury hotels. Those with statistics are the people who travel abroad the most and try every foreign cuisine a lot.
They are the nation that consumes more organic food than any other country.
They have a hotel and tourism rating system that everyone reads, and if some of you put a negative "cross" on your hotel, after a few years no German will step foot.
"Let the trash go," Janaqi said.
"Dakort Janaq, - I answered: You drove away the Kosovars, drove away the Macedonian Albanians, drove away the immigrants because you wanted the elite and not the poor tourists, but now you are driving away the Germans, the Spanish or the Dutch as well. I'm sure that next year you'll have the 5-star hotel for sale or you'll cook for your family, because no one will step on you here anymore."
I knew what to say to Janaq, who had never set foot in Tirana, but was making fun of the German tourists.
Before starting the first and last night, I closed the windows well because Janaq's son was burning the trash can 100 meters from the hotel and all the smoke was entering the rooms lined with marble tiles and gold bars.
Early in the morning, I didn't wait for the sun to rise, but I went to the reception and paid 230 euros a night.
I got into the car and drove off quickly, but suddenly I remembered: 230 euros was the fixed price that grandfather Janaqi paid years ago to legalize my grandfather's land…….
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