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Kosta i Gramozi and Lindita wrote "that Babua has a weak heart and he climbed up there on himself".
I'm starting where I didn't start! That honesty begs us to deal with the pie that the journalist Man Stafa was eating for seven pairs of fun at the curbs of the yard, whether it was from the haram flour of the government or the halal flour of the opposition, this fact that caused rebellion and opposition from his colleague Isa Myzyraj. but we're leaving it at that. The foodies ate like hell.
Just as the day was breaking, Chuçi came to the bank where I was sitting and addressed me with a sympathetic face, "do you have a soul or not?" I did, I broke Etilda's heart like Gaz Bardhi with the hooks of terror, I made Mimi di Puccini sad to confess the glory of the great weather, I hurt Majko in his sudden awakenings from Finegan, I was not blinded by Mamica's light and I stepped on rotten board, spilling the milk of the soul like Dash Sula the drums on the stairs, I did not disturb Belen when I said "ministers", both men in war and women in peace, do not enter, I did not catch the sun, Taos, Bračes, you socialists Do you admire Jorushi e Tabakke and greet him with bunches of flowers and sweet words?".
"No, no, he thought - today we don't have Ermon, the queen of sleaze, the one who controls this hall and puts the devil in a bottle, so Lindita is tired and needs to be replaced, after all, you are also the deputy speaker of the Parliament" - "good, good, good , don't be spoiled if you asked Baba that he kicked you, you tremble like a perch from the heavy chatter- we asked him- he said tell him if he doesn't chatter against me there is a chance he will get back up there"- I agreed it seemed like a bargain ok, brat.
I immediately informed prospective leader Gazi and chief deputy leader Muli that in the end I am a small deputy leader, however permanent and general. They gave me their blessing but advised me not to be tempted. Looking at Albana, I don't know if I was finding support or suspicion of betrayal.
Like kokorosh I made my way up there. I sat down, made myself comfortable, let out an eh, took a sip of water as all those burdened with a burden of mind do. I felt like a child and sadrazem. I let out an exclamation, 'ah qafira qafira, I will make you terbiet, I will punish you'. I saw them from above and they seemed to me to be a handful of jeziters who were messing around. There was fear and anxiety in the ranks of the government. The mother threw a sheet over Baba's chair as she spun as high as she could as a constant anxiety, at first I thought it was there to protect her from the dust but she was afraid that I would spread some chemical substance. Ulsiu used to consult with Belen! What did I say to you that you roll like a sinner from here to there, I won't eat the chair, "no, Gon nynykati, what happened to Baba's chair, what do I need in life, because we have been without this for 11 years now" - "Don't be happy, so I answered you." Nasip, Dilua and Baftua had gathered the basic organization and the scrofetini, how did this black day come, this horror like, a kulak, a reactionary, one of those who come down from the mountain to climb up there, we must attack it like the tomb of the Queen Mother and blow it up?!
Klosi said, "I only have two panna and a salami hako from what the woman who opened the akçihan in Butrint likes. I have no other ammunition with me." We have released the istikam, Bujari i Lushnja was heard, we are rolling, things are not going well, where is General Niko Nikoqiri, where are the armies, he was asking rhetorical questions, better Gonxhe put some car tires and some bolts there?
Bernard Banushi used to send solemn messages from his cell phone, "get up now, get off the table and cry, stop talking too much, get drunk, don't disappoint me". Kosta i Gramozi and Lindita wrote "that Babua has a weak heart and he climbed up there on himself". Luan Baçi, with his mane shining with pleasure, carved messages with "marshallah, marshalallah, hajer hajer".
My soul knew what to take away from temptations. Father Salianji, like a saint, could be seen from one corner of the hall to another, giving his apostolic blessings for what he could see. May he rest in peace! After a couple of hours, Lindita returned! Do you like it? Yes, it's good, it's not bad, except that the leather of the chair wet my pants from the heavy sweat of the nickel! Get out of my sight now, he said, sikter and don't see you here again - are you gone?!
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