FLASH
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You are like barren land that Babo plows, then plants the seeds he wants and you become the onions, potatoes, garlic, and peppers of the Party!
Yesterday, the "Akadamija" opened its doors again for the "Rilindja" lads! They had found out that Aunt Etilda would give the first lecture! The devils, all excited, put their books in their bags and were heading towards the paths of knowledge full of joy!
Culture remains their major interest. Vengu had gelled his hair, a white shirt with a bow tie, three-quarter-length checked trousers, long socks, and his older sister was pulling him by the hand!
She had a two-tone lustrafine bag! With a melancholy aura of sweet sadness, the old woman entered the classroom, followed by silence.
Vin Hoxha and Gonxha were arguing about who the people wanted more, who got more votes, and they took some palms off each other, thank God! At the genesis of the quarrel was who would run for Tirana!?
Blendi tore his apron and stuck his penis in the wrong place! Oil exploded, screams and commotion! Zysh Etilda slowly approached and somehow stroked Hoxha's hair like a reed and said:
— In politics, tears are not shed, they are swallowed, they are kept inside. Then one should not fight for what is beyond one's control.
And he changed places:
— You don't even count Belen in this equation!? Do you see me as I have put my soul in peace and am waiting for Babo to take my hand in his heart and appoint me to Tao's place!
They were coming to stir up trouble with Zerqine and Blend with Sara!
— But why, where will Tao go? — asked a novice, — Minister of the Interior again?
— No, no — said the old woman, — there Ulsushi is sharpening his teeth like a man who doesn't break Babo's heart, like a lamb that drinks two or three mothers!
Well, as soon as the gossip died down, teacher Etilda asked:
— Who knows how to read and write, raise your hand!?
Half of the group lowered their heads. One said: — If we knew, we wouldn't come to school, we came here to learn! Otherwise we wouldn't become MPs!
Zysha thought for a moment and said: — Don't be sad, we love illiterate people very much for their openness of thought and their white spirit. You are like barren land that Babo plows, then plants the seed he wants himself and you become the onions, potatoes, gourds, garlic and peppers of the Party!
— Are there any intellectuals of the hur and the rope among you? Let them stand up!
About 6-7 people stood up as if in shame! Etilda advised them: — During this time, until these OSCE-ODIHR reports are closed, don't get too involved culturally, don't write the works you know how to do better, rest a little before the heat of the moment sets in!
At the end she took out a chocolate bar "Lindor" to sweeten them! Everyone said in unison: — How dear Zysh Etilda, that some others have passed the date for us, let's see when academic Shalsi comes how it will go! Nopran and great eloquent he!? A kind of shudder ran through the body, but Toni's entry, as if descended from heaven, increased the security and drove away the anxiety!
He began with a monologue: — The ways of God are endless! Faith is mysterious and irrational. To some it seemed like a foreign language.
— Here I am happier now as a professor than before when I was a piece of MP! You must strip yourself of importance and individuality, you must not think, you must only implement what Babo says, you must practice obedience and worship!
A naive fortune teller asked him: — What will happen to you now?
Professor Toni answered without hesitation: — What I need is what is done to me, Babua knows that! This is the essence of the functioning of Parliament, this is why I am here!
The little infidels sometimes scolded, sometimes not! — And Mommy? — asked a little girl from the middle.
— She will come herself to explain the mysteries of Babo to you, but she caught the main metaphor with Skanderbeg and you have nothing to say!
The delirium and perfection of the lesson took hold when Academician Klodi entered the hall!
— My cuckoo, my cuckoo — he said — what have they done to you, they have filled your head with nonsense! Call me Nana Klodi! — he said full of kindness!
There was a knock on the door and then some waiters appeared with pans covered in degermi, which were placed in the middle of the pulpit!
There were pancakes, pies, trigona! — Eat, eat — she told them — because you're exhausted, your spirits have been taken away with these damn lectures, with this fatigue! Because you're catching September!
And then, the plates were full! Hoxha and Gonxha came and they competed, their heads were no longer visible behind the pyramid of pancakes they had on their plates!
— Halal, halal, Babo's pioneers! — said Nana Klodi happily!
Aman told him to be careful not to find out what was being said here, that guy who writes a piece of chronicle, a piece of writing when we were talking about plants and animals, he reminds us of Ismail Kadare in the Assembly! A sigh was heard near the wall, didn't this Kadare have some hashish plantations from Gjirokastra next to mine?
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