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"Let's pluck Baba's beard hair", Gjekmarkaj: News from the dinner with Gaz Bardhi and...

2023-08-26 18:12:13Politikë SHKRUAR NGA AGRON GJEKMARKAJ

"Let's pluck Baba's beard hair", Gjekmarkaj: News from the

News from the dinner with Gaz Bardhi and nurse Bernard Banushi.

Bernard Banushi's harsh reprimand had taken its toll on Gaz Bardhi, who did not want to give in and accept the mistake of the night before where the dinner failed surrounded by a fog of uncertainty. Like the cane-cane that breaks from the beam of the ball upon the caboose, it falls and stuns you, so he had made his scrambling. For a few minutes we sat like princes at Skanderbeg's wedding, lips hanging ready for the last word and the first fight.

But the sage is never in a hurry because of manliness, not because of ignorance. Bernardi took the floor and with a solemn gesture showed us a picture of Jorida in Nivica on a stilt protected by wooden railings, blessing the smiling humanity with the leaven of oppositionism.

My Nivica, how lucky you are! I remembered that this is what Tezja herself wrote about Termena and Tepelen, but I didn't say anything to the living room manager. The heavy complexion of the beginning seemed to soften. Then the beef carpaccio with Chilean wine was doing itself, and optimism was taking the place of pessimism, which was running out of sight. Qerratai had thought of many things to bring us to Teresi. Did you hear the last one, he said as his gaze went over the plates further and further? We shrugged our shoulders! The Bermuda Triangle is falling apart. From Kukës, they are cutting his eyebrows and removing the tiles so that the rain can come in and turn them into porridge! How and when? Yes, yes, in the underground tunnels that Luli has entered with his general staff.

Gurabi shama and pigtails have taken with them as a food base. His victory starts from Kukësi and like a hurricane will envelop the whole country. He will enter the election and shake it up. He doesn't let his chance slip away. The battle has just begun. He has been silent for two years to get busy and shout victory-victory-victory.

The doctor, Likja and Babo will run out of sight through the brambles and brambles with the village dogs barking behind them. Planes of hope will pass through the triangle and no one will disturb them. Lefter Chestnut who came from the middle had not said a word until then when he suddenly let out a prolonged exclamation of ohhhh. What did you ask in unison?! We are kafirs, we are bakers. Baba Lul fights against the triangle, my conscience kills me because I thought he was resting as usual, he was in the middle of the fire!!".

The silence fell like a whistle for a few minutes! I broke that ice with the stick of levity. Man, Dash Sula has invited us for a mysterious dinner with some 40 MPs these days, where besides the food and drinks that will flow like a raging river in a storm, we will also be treated to music with jargon from central Albania as a salve on the troubled full of scars will fall tomorrow!

There we will lay the foundations of a federative opposition with a common prime minister candidate where everyone knows the other as a man of four hundred and a yrysh over the government, one by one we will pull out Baba's beard hairs so much that the wood stone hurts. We don't say it, but we all hope that you will make us fish out of a handkerchief so that we can put it in the pocket of the jacket like the red socks of the revolution.

Gaz was thinking. But finally he cleared his throat and spoke like a leader. We will take Albania from the hands of the villains, the oligarchs, that's all, one by one I will take them by name and surname, he said, I will make a pestilence of the Dordomuz. As you said, leave the stories and the chronicles and get ready for the big war from September. I do everything, I returned it, throw a slingshot at Babo, squeeze Ulsi with a stick, beat Tao with a stone, put a crutch on Chuchi and Klos, but don't tell me to call the ministers, Mimi, Etilda, because my soul hurts, but we of literature we don't shoot women!

These are political disputes, he said. I felt longing for Salianji. He had left me no task before I fled to India, human soul. Write, blessed one, he said, "I beg you to know that the pieces of the party are tight, that you have decided for those kukurimi, you are making the mother of politics. At the end Bernard Banushi got up solemnly to pay for the dinner. When he came back, I left my wallet in the car, he said. The blood fell at the bottom of our feet, wait and wait and it's gone, it didn't appear again. Sullenly, Gazi took out the card and removed the expenses. Hard to tell if he was more upset when he came or when he left!


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