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STORY/ Facing the Mirror of a Path of Exile

2026-08-27 17:21:20Patronazhisti SHKRUAR NGA REDAKSIA VOX
Leader checking the quality of the reports

TIRANA/PORADEC – The heat of that August would be remembered for a long time. He knew that for the next move he needed a cool environment. He sighed. Ehhh, he said to himself, this is what it's like when you're born in a palm of land and you're tall. Your head hits the ceiling and you end up in the next place. While your feet are visible to the neighbor below.

He got up and moved the curtain. Down at the courtyard door, his wife was giving and taking with Bella. She's not here, it seemed to be saying to her, come another time. But Bella insisted that she had something important. Or was it his wife who wanted to come in, and Bella wouldn't let her?

He rubbed his eyes. Damn it, he said to himself, I'm dreaming with my eyes open. He concentrated and realized that it was neither one nor the other, but the two Filipino assistants trying to outwit their companion as to who would take the leader's coffee.

"I am a leader of the wool," he thought to himself, "that man was exactly that, comrade Enver, who drank coffee in Drilon."

He jumped up. What a donkey, he cursed himself, how could I not have thought of this before? I will gather the pigs in Poradec, in the cool, away from the bushes and smokestacks.

***  

Televisions, radios, newspapers and the Albanian Telepathic Agency were buzzing throughout the country. More and more TV Plani was becoming:

"The tall and glorious leader has mobilized in the beautiful city of Poradec the government, the party, and the deputies of the People's Assembly, to implement with great revolutionary momentum the decisions that Ay made when he moved the curtain and saw the two Filipino assistants who were reluctant to bring him coffee..."

He opened his eyes. He had been dozing in the 300,000 euro car that had just arrived.

"Ah Sander, Sander," he laughed to himself, remembering the owner of TV Plan, "even in my sleep you'll come up with your news for me."

He got out of the car. They told him that the party and government honchos and scoundrels had gathered and were waiting for him with notepads and pens in their hands. Let them wait, he told the assistant, did you bring those aborigines I ordered?

Pataj ordered the two bodyguards to open Benz's trunk. "Take these suitcases and leave them on the table," he said. The suitcases were filled with mirrors.

***

The idea was simple, and therefore beautiful. After all, it had worked before. He had thought of calling several prominent representatives of the local tribes, each of whom had a problem. They were old, tanned by the sun, some had walked for hours to meet him, and they were emotional. From the moment they saw his car enter the courtyard of the government residence, they had started to tremble with embarrassment. Then they completely freaked out when they saw that there was a camera. They were pushing each other, you go in first Pertef. No, brother Taqkë, what's the matter, you go in, brother, I have respect...

But the leader's warm baritone voice gave them courage: Come on, comrades, give orders!

The Aborigines sat down as if on thorns around a large table. What would you like to drink, he invited them, coffee, tea, or would you like a jagermeister?

The friends were stunned by the words they did not understand. A bald man among them began to lose a few strands of hair from stress. He turned black and yellow. Just a glass of water, Effendi, he barely whispered excitedly, we are all eaten and drunk, only you can keep us alive as long as the mountains!        

The leader really enjoyed this part of the simple leader of the people. You're going to get coffee, this job is over, he said, but I'm asking you, do you want espresso or should I get up and make some cezve?

The guests were stunned and spoke in unison: No, not at all, the people need you fresh and rested. Here, let this maid bring us a coffee from the machine, that's enough.

He began asking each person in turn about their unresolved problem, while the camera recorded.

The bald man wasn't getting milk from his cow. The black man wasn't getting tomatoes. While another, who had walked for five hours, had a fight with his wife, but when he told her he was going to meet the leader, she kissed him on both cheeks and they made up.

“So, you came in vain,” the leader teased with his irresistible smile. Laughter filled the table.

"No, my pasha," said the woman-compromiser, "I came to see you, and now I will not wash my hands of you as long as I live. That's how much I wanted to be in this world!"

***  

Foreign news agencies reported that the leader of a small country in the third zone of the left wing of the empire had distributed mirrors en masse to the common and uneducated people of the people. The effect had been spectacular. There, the poor discovered for the first time what their faces were like, someone had a crooked lip, another realized that he was a slob, a third had cross-eyed, and further on various individuals identified missing teeth, gray hair and an illegally grown mustache.

An entire people were enjoying looking at themselves in the mirror for the first time, and they didn't even care what the glorious leader, along with his hunches and scoundrels, was doing.

One of the most prominent comments said:

"Once upon a time, European colonizers deceived the native tribes with mirrors and trinkets, then little by little they took the land, the country, and expelled them. This Europeanist Tall Man is doing the opposite: After selling the country piece by piece and expelling the people, he gives mirrors to the few who are left! Will this man even win the money in the mirror tender?"

Note: Patrona?isti is a satirical, reflective column


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