FLASH
Shkruar nga Frrok Çupi
Fools and others who pretend to be fools. Bloggers who sell air to fools. Rapists of parents and neighbors. Women separated from their husbands who ask for Albania's "sold to foreigners" money.
Only the dirt is starting to remain.
One by one, like sacks of flour, the first ones emerge. Then the second ones, then the twenty-ninth. Yesterday the twenty-ninth emerged. These are the ones who shake their sacks and prove to the world what they are.
Twenty-nine are not just numbers. They are twenty-nine categories:
Fools and others who pretend to be fools. Bloggers who sell air to fools. Rapists of parents and neighbors. Women separated from their husbands who ask for Albania's "sold to foreigners" money.
Or children riding on the shoulders of their parents but who will actually carry the traumas of their parents on their shoulders. Or mythomaniacs. Blogger R. says that 'I will jump off the building'. "I have jumped off the building once again!", she says.
There are mostly sick people here. Or even those who go to visit ''an open hospital''. ''The most evil dogs shoot here from the protest.
Or young girls running from hairdressers to 'waiting for protests'. Yesterday, two people were admitted for marriage.
Or drug traffickers hiding in the protest. Other criminals who realized they were discovered, ran away, some towards Pristina, some towards Tetovo. The criminal 'brothers' wanted to set it on fire. They ran away this time too...
Only the remains that fall from the sack remain on the square.
Where were these people coming from? Little is known about where they came from; it is known where they were going. They said they were going towards the revolution. Who would make the revolution, that is, the violence? Would these two hundred people rape the people, or would the people turn on them. They posed the dilemma. Stupidity cannot make a revolution, while revolution brings stupidity.
They go out into the square and saw off the branch they are sitting on.
The bloggers who replaced the flamengos are demanding that the resorts disappear, that the project with America disappear, the investment, that Sazani be returned to Gërdec. Then how can there be bloggers and showgirls without resorts?! Where will they adorn and show off their bodies, if the resorts are demolished? Why were there no showgirls in '97?
They go out into the square and saw off the branch they are sitting on:
They have left their parents at home, who are supposedly 'no longer worth it!' Because according to them, everything from today to the past 80 years should be erased.
The majority of these do not work, nor produce, nor sow or harvest. They are fed by their parents, but they make a revolution. The factory makes their bread and the store their milk; the revolution itself.
They go out into the square and saw off the branch:
Sometimes they could escape by hiding, not by showing up. The sack was their fault. The sack let them out on the boulevard. The sack was more to blame than the criminal himself. Prison was better than the revolution. One of them had not seen the boulevard for eight years; it took him a long time to get out.
He was prosecuted for crimes against humanity and property. He had beaten people in collaboration in Tirana (2014). He had stolen in Tirana (2016). He had beaten a woman in Tirana (2016). He had beaten with his group in Dutrës (2017). In Vlora he had beaten, raped, threatened women. But the people of Vlora, how could they let him get caught beating his uncle?! They have a strong sense of family.
Now he has come here as the leader of the revolution on the boulevard. The day has come for him to fall from grace.
Some other fools have been wriggling around for a long time, sometimes needing to, sometimes not. Two politicians, Pelinci and Shehaj, alike and different, one like a cinderella and the other like a rubber man, are greeted with humor when they emerge from the bag.
Fools also built the imaginary 'new' Albania. A sick imagination. You can't even find such a thing in psychiatric hospitals:
Government from the boulevard..., wipe out the Parliament and the government... Everyone who has anything to do with politics until the age of 80 should be turned into soap..., 300 of these fools should gather and form the executive... ten million Albanians should gather 'at the plane tree' to solve the affairs of the state.
And in the end, whoever does not obey this neuropsychiatric platform belongs in prison.
The sack is being emptied onto the boulevard.
Lini një Përgjigje