FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
Their mistake was why they protested at the height of summer. Or that the Kosovars of the 'war against the motherland' would not come at this time of year. They did not resist the temptation of the sea. Even the Ottomans, in their time, did not resist many things on Albanian soil.
I mean, the evil in our country doesn't last long. It doesn't get bigger. Even the storms that God creates for the whole world don't have an effect on our country. We were blessed since we were born here.
I mean, even the latest evil that threatened the country didn't last long. Those who started the 'protest' with ball gowns were left in the middle of the boulevard sun. As much as you can find at lunch at the elevator door. There are reasons:
People's courage before deception
Some 'ate' the new Albania and prepared yachts, charters, dreams of flying. Now they regret why they 'ate' the fairy tale. I barely saw a television reporter. She had the whole team, camera, operator, driver..., in front of the monument to Gjergj Kastrioti. She raised her voice and gave herself the look of 'Shote'.
"They are coming, those victors, the rivers of protesters! We are in Skanderbeg Square. The big day. Here it comes... Rivers of people..."
Only enough people were seen for a tribe for dinner.
The girl motioned to the cameraman to film from below; that way it would look like 'rivers'. No solution to this either. Ten, then twelve people, but a lot of noise.
The reporter was forced to ask the editorial staff to 'turn off the cameras.' It can't be done with so few people.
Despair after discovering the broken egg:
By day 36, the new leadership of the new Albania was not appearing. The magic became as big as the world, 'they will come from there!'. 'Not from there, but from the other side'. 'From where they advised us, strange thing'. The quarrels among themselves began.
But where will they come from? When the egg was broken, they saw the live birds. Despair. One of the many commentators on the event wrote today:
"Can you imagine a Kola with a quill from Kukës, it will develop Albania more?"
Kola, the black one, a scoundrel who couldn't keep the house inside, was doing the work he was given. He even declared that he was in conflict with everyone in the family. After his wife, his father-in-law also spoke to him:
'Go back home, Kalamaj, boy!' he would say.
Even those who pretended to be strong and bearded 'washed wool' on the boulevard. When the egg broke, no one can trust these people. They are so ignorant, so arrogant, so boastful, so vain. The lowest part of the 'pot' people.
Kosovars are expected to come, but they have no sea:
Their mistake was why they protested at the height of summer. Or that the Kosovars of the 'war against the motherland' would not come at this time of year. They did not resist the temptation of the sea. Even the Ottomans, in their time, did not resist many things on Albanian soil.
Kosovars come as a 'diaspora', but their language betrays them as soon as they open their mouths. They go down to the boulevard for war, but instead of Mullah Albini they prefer Agia Saranda. If they had been fed up with the sea, Kosovars and Macedonians, the flamenco revolution could have won.
Today is not the day they can kill Edi Rama.
Today and tomorrow it would be better for that group to hide completely in front of the government headquarters. Let them rest so they can be ready the day after tomorrow. Today Edi Rama is leaving for Turkey, for the NATO Summit. The day after tomorrow he could be in Tirana, and they could shoot him to death. But now they have a fear:
"Turkey is playing with us! We had hope in Istanbul. But it's with Rama. Maybe the worst thing that happens is that Turkey says a word to Tehran and they don't bother us anymore."
This is how their minds work like a crumb. They are seized by the panic of 'death', with which they started the protest. I remember an event from 1991, when the 'brave and heroes' appeared after the rain of dictatorship. A 'prisoner' comes to mind. We were in the editorial office of RD. They in the DP had called him a 'hero', from Fushë Kruja.
-Why are you a hero!?, I ask.
-I wanted to kill Enver Hoxha.
-!!??
-Yes, yes! They told me that Enver was going to Shkodra. I took the axe and hid under the Black Bridge.
-??!!
-Yes, yes! When Enver crossed the bridge, I would kill him with an axe from under the bridge...
The story is true. Back then, it was forbidden to have fools, the dictatorship of the proletariat did not allow them. Now they go out on the boulevards.
There comes a day when no one follows them. They are left with only enough for an elevator. In two days they will be the 'PD's pulpit' again and the only brave one in the war, Lapaj.
Frrrrok Çupi maskara helmues si gjarpri kaq di të bëjë.
Si njëri prej pjesëtarëve të protestës paqësore ekzemblar e zhvilluar ndonjëherë në Europë, ndihem i fyer dhe besoj se të gjithë bashkëmendimtarët, bashkëvendimarrësit dhe bashkëveprimtaët, ndihen të fyer që Ju Z.Frrok Çupi e krruani, me protestën, me frymën , me pjesëmarrjen , me grupin organizator, e me kush ju del para. Dhe të gjitha këto si një shërbim ndaj njeriut që të paktën 150 mijë qytetarë që dolën në shesh nuk e honepsin dot. As atë, as qeverisjen, as opozitën zyrtare e ulur në prerërin e Edi Ramës . Herën tjetër do jemi 500.mijë, dhe kur të mblidhemi për të votuar do jemi 3 milion shqiptar te kutitë e votimit. Dhe rregullat e lojës nuk do ti përcaktoi i preferuari juaj Edi Rama. "Kasta" politike 35 vjeçare ka rënë. Simbolikisht të revoltuarët i ekspozuan arkivolin. Arkivoli politik. Siç e pat edhe Ju, ishte goxha arkivol ku do sistemohen pranë njeri tjetrit mazhorancë-opozitë zyrtare, sikurse qëndrojnë bashkë në realitet. Njëri nga konstruktorët më thanë që kemi lënë edhe një kamare brënda arkivolit politik , për ideologët e kastës 35 vjeçare. Plani për ta shndërruar protestën nga paqësore në të dhunëshme do dështoj me sukses. Ato janë trashëgimi e protestave të dhunshme Ramiste- Saliste dhe Luliste. Dhe të frymëzuara nga 'Ata'.