Around the 80s, I started my party internship. Journalist of "ZP" in Berat - Skrapar. Every Saturday I returned to Tirana. From Berat to Lushnje-by bus. I stayed a few hours in Lushnja. Then by train.
Not infrequently I met the director of trade Vangjel Çoma. One Saturday they sat in the cafe "Myzeqeja". While waiting for coffee, a blonde girl came towards us. Wearing a thin dress. Zhapone. Dallova lines. A beautiful chest, as if she were going to bag the dress.
I remembered a verse by the poet K.
Spidhi
: This is Donna. Goca e Natyrelit ...
I reached out my hand like a robot. I was out of breath. I had never seen a more beautiful woman, even though as a journalist I was excited.
Copy of Bridget Bardos, world-famous French actress. Someone had written: "And God made the woman." In 1955 he named it Bridget Bardo ".
For the analogy I thought: "And God made the woman. In 1980 he named her Donna! ”
To better follow the story, I must add one detail:
At that time I had not yet crossed fate with Ezmerka.
Because of Dona, every week I "grow up" at the director's office. I even went from office to office.
I met Lilin there. Economist from Tirana.
After a while I started inviting Lily for coffee. She took Donna with her.
The girl, recognizing the power of beauty, one day says to me:
-Mitro! Why not marry Lily!
I was left like a fish without water. Lili got me out of the situation:
-Dona! I'm busy! Mitroja comes for you ?!
My ears flushed to the root. Donna laughed pulling out a pair of bead-like teeth.
-Mitroja is a boy from Tirana. Journalist. I can not like a musky girl ... How is my job ?!
Next week again all three. Lily tells me:
-I'm going home to get the suitcase! I am leaving sooner in Tirana. I will be engaged tomorrow.
We were left alone. I like over thorns. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I said to use a trick:
-I want to! Last night I saw you in a dream ...
-Ishalla you did not see me naked ... When they see me naked, I get sick ...
-No! Did I see you traveling by train ?!
I said this phrase and "feasted" myself: "Fool! A beautiful maid, only naked comes in a dream. "
At this time an oil well in Cakran caught fire! Llahtar. Well-monster that "villte" flame. I moved to Patos. Stay 6 months. The well ignited
when the oil ran out from the depths.
I returned to Berat. Saturday. In Lushnja. I asked for Lily. Came alone.
-Po Dona?
-Is engaged. With an investigator.-Lili said ... The
years passed. One day near the building of "ZP" you heard a voice:
-Mitro!
It was Dona. You were married. Had made a girl.Beautiful? The woman had not beaten the girl.
-Do you know Dr. Arqile Botin?
-I have a friend!
- []
-I have a foot problem. I want you to visit me.
I got on the phone with the doctor. At that time he was working in Baldushk. Very famous folk doctor. He visited patients from all over Albania.
We made an appointment at my office. Donna came first. I look with my eyes and crack busy. He was protected by beauty. I cursed myself:
-How do you think for good, when you have Ezmerka at home! Hy, wicked!
The doctor entered the room. Unshaven. With less hair. Like old women- virgins. With monkey hair. Mud shoes and suit. A ghost coming out of the grave.
Finish the visit. He asked:
-How many children do you have?
-A girl!
-Make a boy and die!
- Am I so sick? - Dona said with tears in her eyes.
-The law of denial of denial. A woman denies herself when she has a son?! ... From illness? The donkey does not limp from the ears ... Buy plate beans. Zieji fort. Press and wrap your leg ...
Two weeks have passed. On the street Dona.
-Doctor Arqileja is great. My foot healed.
In the spring of 1991, he found me a deputy and editor-in-chief of "RD". With two marks, I had made friends with the ambassador of Italy Mr. Cardili.
One day the door slammed. Hyri Dona. Order coffee.
-I need an Italian visa.
-With this beauty, who does not give you a visa?
-Don't shake me. Kardil, your friend, has visas in his possession ?!
-0k! What do I gain ?!
-Mo Mitro xhani ?! When we were both free, and I was waiting for a sign, did you tell me the dream ?!
... Dona sot? He runs one of the largest companies for the production of shoes… / Mitro Çela