FLASH
Shkruar nga Artur Zheji
The rest related to the fate of Parashqevi, there is a lot of speculation and scum, business and ugliness, because other truths await us regarding this tale that comes to us from New York train stations...
The shocking attention to Parashqevi is basically a shock to the personality of the Albanians themselves.
Most of the emigrants forcibly removed from the Land of Wounded Eagles see in the unfortunate singer two times merged into one: Shining and Hell.
Albanian emigrants are actually the majority of our people, wherever Albanian is spoken, in every corner of our ancient and modern lands. And this majority, many millions, has been like those seeds of beautiful mountain flowers, which the storm grabbed, scattered them in thousands of petals and scattered them on the four sides of the horizon.
He burned them and crashed them, oppressed them and violated them, shamed them or depersonalized them, trampled them or wiped out their names and the origin of the tribe they came from...
But he could not exterminate them!
They, the millions of wounded Albanians, built their nests in the deserts of foreign countries, bit by bit.
Often with their heads down and submissive, but with an "angry Arnaut" as the Turks call the raging anger of the Albanians, with an angry Arnaut therefore, hidden and protected, deep in their placa, like an intact seed.
An unharmed seed ready to sprout, when the conditions of the storm that swept them away subside, and when the desert sprouts leaves and buds for them and their families.
And today as we speak, the former degdis of 30 years ago, in most of them survived and took root.
And they revealed to the world the radiant fruit of the Albanian genes, capturing many surprising peaks and incredible heights in the wild jungle of the Planet and in every corner of it.
And so after 30 years of fatherhood and leadership of Albanians who escaped from their former life, to raise dreams and children in a foreign land, as in a broken mirror, they saw two completely opposite times very close by!
Two opposite times, stuck in a single person: Parashqevi Simaku.
A radiant singer of inaccessible scenes and a homeless person forgotten by himself and forgotten by the world.
And the sedra of "Arnaut Damari" was furious, screaming "Justice!" for Parashqevi, which means justice for yourself at the same time!
And so oblivion turned into memory and Parashqevia became "viral" in the blink of an eye, because the Albanians discovered their Kësulkuqe, just before the "wolf" ate it in the subways of New York.
And they saved their Little Red Riding Hood, now national, hoping that they have also saved themselves from such a Fate.
Illusion of course!
But an illusion that forgives a sweet and not at all harmful intoxication, in an Albanian world occupied by politics and the Lie Queen, indeed our true Queen in these modern times...
The rest related to the fate of Parashqevi, there is a lot of speculation and scum, business and ugliness, because other truths await us regarding this tale that comes to us from New York train stations...
But today I don't want to deal with this scum, but with the unspoken passion of Albanians for beautiful things and fairy tales with a happy ending!
May God bless us for the childlike beauty that Albanians still keep in their warm hearts!…
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