Now man wakes up in the morning and feels like it's October 16. Every month is October and the date is 16. Every 'anti-communist' protest calls Enver to the stage.
When the day dawned today, I had no idea who was born on November 16. One of the eternally obsessed with Enver Hoxha, as soon as she saw the date 16, she didn't think which month, she started cursing the 'devil' who was born today (!).
Enver Hoxha had two birthdays; the man who wrote about the birthday, probably lost some time from his life, made the morning bitter, killed a lot of cells, and became more peaceful.
The birthday of the 'devil' ruined his day and his life; it even gives them poison that they distribute to others. A whole life, a Party born as 'Democratic', falls and wakes up with Enver Hoxha. He pretends to be anti-communist, but in fact he is in an Enverist cell. If Enver is separated today, then what is left? Only a few ruins remained that they created on the foundations of the works of the 'Devil'. The same as on the day of the dead's death: 'He was a man and it became a word!', it is said at the funeral.
Anti-communism itself built the scheme of the eternity of communism. 'Go out and talk, go out and attack, go out and swear, go out and curse!', that was it. 'Words, words, words.... Name, name, name!'. That way it sticks better.
As early as August 1991 I wrote:
-People, open your eyes, Saliu is not far from Enver. Saliu has no other job than to talk to us all day about Enver Hoxha. He speaks badly, of course; that he cannot speak well. He curses, insults, slanders, beats him in his grave... My image of this 'war' against the dictator is this: "Saliu has found the theater so as not to be separated from Enver. He took the whip and shoots at Enver. But to keep shooting that other one you have to stay very close. Enver is in his own wheelchair, which he drove during his regime until it got stuck, the people were left with food stamps. Saliu right there. Even PD with its own cart is on the same road and speed...
Now man wakes up in the morning and feels like it's October 16. Every month is October and the date is 16. Every 'anti-communist' protest calls Enver to the stage. Enver is called everywhere. Nothing has changed since the time when the dictator's birthday was celebrated openly, from the boulevard to the family; from Konispoli to Tropoja. Except now it is celebrated more narrowly and in a brighter way: Just for alone, or with two or three people. Idhnak against is actually the most ardent pro-Enver lover. He kills some human cells today because of his 'lust' towards Enver; then most of them did not spend it, but did the custom.
Then those who have 'fire' today, were either in prisons, or exiled, or declassified on the streets of the village. But not that they didn't love Enver Hoxha. Even most of the hatred they absorbed in the punishment camps was created because 'not these, but some others' had the right to stay close to the Party. To this day, with the same lust. From the prisons where they served their sentences, the 'politicians' turned out to be more communists than those who were in the prison surroundings. None of them, after the 50s, had any more political ideas. Unfortunate prisoners, but refuge.
However, the 'clock' is fixed on the 'anti-communist' (read pro-communist) slogan that they repeat among themselves. Even the spiritual leader was preferred by the country's fiercest communists. Sali Berisha is the last remaining communist in ex-communist Europe, but he is called the leader of the 'anti-communists'. They still die for him and write about Enver's birthday. As the worst anti-communists are the worst communists; even the worst prisoners are those who do not forget Enver Hoxha. They don't even live their lives, in the name of which they say that communism 'has left them with a nail'.
People who were born days after Enver Hoxha's death are now 39-40 years old. Some of them are ministers or exponents of Artificial Intelligence laboratories...
However, the "anti-communists" stuck in my ears like horseflies.
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