FLASH
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But the most piercing tears were those that fell from the eyes of Nazmi, Egli's father. He accepted my condolences and said: "Help me at least know why they killed my son. What happened in the hour that I left him?"
Two small children were left without a father. 3 and 12 years old. His father worked from morning to evening. In the morning he was an operator at the city's OSHEE and in the afternoon he served coffee in a small rented bar. I was at their house today.
Their father, Egli, was being given thirds. People dressed in black and tears in their eyes. But the most piercing tears were those that fell from the eyes of Nazmi, Egli's father. He accepted my condolences and said:
"Help me at least know why they killed my son. What happened in the hour that I left him?"
3 days after the incident, everyone expressed regret for his murder, but when I asked them about the arrested persons or the motives of the incident, they shrugged their shoulders.
Surprisingly, in small Pogradec, no one knew the author; knew nothing about it.
The multi-person conversation flowed normally until that name was mentioned.
Fear was everywhere, the source of which the authorities must discover, before calling the serial punching of the 42-year-old in the head "careless".
The cameras only caught Egli alive. Those in the bar were not working, while the police in front of the market could not manage them.
But the dead body of the 42-year-old testified to what had happened. The entire left side of his head was filled with hematoma and edema. His lip was split. On the sidewalk where he stood for minutes, still after 3 days there were signs of his condition after the violence.
How can I tell the desolate Nazmi that all this was a carelessness?!
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