Marrying my grandmother or Sali Berisha ... for making our party a bed sheet!

(Open letter of Qani Qopek)!

I, who am writing this letter to you, am Qaniu from upper Kurveleshi. I have written anonymous letters, which is the truth, since the time of "uncle", but I have never written an open letter like the one I am sending you. I took this step because you brought my mother's milk to the tip of my nose so much that I can't tell which one is our leader. We had you for a while, then Luli came, Luli left, Ali Bey came, and when Ali Bey left us, half of you came to us because the other half is also Luli. I'm going to find out, my dear, that to this day I still don't know who the real president is?! One day I met the PS Bike in Çole at Franku's bar and she said to me..go away or tear your ass away and what kind of party are you while Rama laughs and sneers and even makes fun of you for being a party of half-wits! Yes, and maybe he is right, so he told us! But why? Tell me, does this work so that one of you holds the seal and the other holds the party? This is like that expression from our side that they say: You guys... stop eating moths, because you have evil inside"! What about you, man of the earth, how does that mind not expect a little that we have kept you and keep you as the most knowledgeable of the party?! Live your whole life walking with the greatest honesty. Go and do it and you, a fake seal, kidnapped the Lulit Party?! In this case, you will save not only the party but also the MPs, because you have also put those watchmakers in a big "Hamletian" dilemma, even so big that they have stopped like chickens when the fox falls into the coop. The wives of some of our MPs they complain about their husbands that they have started talking at night in their sleep "With the hall or with the flower, that's the question"!. For more than a year, half of the party holds a grudge and does not talk about the fate of the other half! Do you know that a good number of famous MPs and professors have received their diplomas with pay? You pay and get the stamp, or leave it at all, big deal! I say this because, whether they like it or not, they are obliged to know you. Except I'm begging you, not for anything, but simply, for a whim, for a seal, for a mountain cedar taken, even if by force, who listens to that Biken when he tells me quietly. Oh, lost seal, come... let's have a coffee, because they have a good time with each other, and when they have it, why shouldn't we?! I know he has a pin on me, but I'm asking you: Is there anything worse than being told "lost seal"?! Do you know how this is translated in the old Hebrew? Here I say it: Before what you say Sal, i.e. before the time of "Uncle", the people were illiterate and in every act. where did it have to be signed, how was it that the people of that time did not know how to sign because they had no school!? Illiterate people in these cases used the index finger in ink (not the middle finger, which was a shame) and this was considered a signature and seal. The one who had twisted his tail...so he couldn't sign and seal it...that's why it is said that he "lost his seal" (that's how his finger works anymore), so he's no more, or as Shkodran people say: there is cof"! Ehhh or Hall, times have changed today. Today, the MP comes out just like you did a few years ago with a "lap top" (from the beginning this word sounded like a lap top to me) and sings the discussion in every language of the world. Do you remember when you read it once in Italian? That year, all Italian linguists gathered and for a month or so they couldn't figure out how you could have sung in Italian?! You have a piece of advice from me, Sal: Don't let the Socialists know that they made us cry! Yes, we ourselves are to blame! Why didn't we keep secret all forms of theft, fraud, kidnapping, alienation and corruption?! And now they are the ones who fight and win with our weapons! Hall, don't tell us that socialists are rabbits. If you let out a fart, they run away in Greece, in Italy or in Macedonia, just like Nanua ran away! When you hyped the tank in the middle of Tirana, Ruci ran away to Tepelena and got on a mule and was not seen in Tirana for a month. Don't even think that no one is punishing you. The Rama you say doesn't even have a mind at all, nor does he remember that Sali does. He is a man of fun. He regretted how he grabbed Melon of Italy and planted a kiss on him. Come on, come on, come on, so much so that it didn't make my hair stand on end, but it also made my flesh red-red. No where can we stay now without you, even Rama himself can't stay, did he hear the voice once? That "Sir" Blanken of America could not eat with you, and not those of Spak! Except for one thing, I'm begging Sal: these years that you have left, change your attitude, man of the earth, and become a little more playful and wise, because you know that elders are characterized by wisdom. With what you do, you will show that you are not old, but young and alive, and that when the Albanian needs it, you take off your coat and stand up for your own good (sorry.. for their good)?! You're right, yes, from our area, I realized something that I can't bear to say: In Tirana, I have a good friend from Kuçi i Vlora, Sami Bisha, they call him his name. The elections were not yet held, but it was the peak of the campaign. Because I wanted to get away from the commotion and the noise of the rallies here in Vlora, I called my cousin and said that next Sunday I will come there with Sami Bisha. Since when did you, a man of the earth, misunderstand him and take Sami for you, that is, for Sali? Hajvani had remembered that I would go there with you, that is, with Sali Berisha. Let it go, let it go! The horsemen had come out, the men and women you mentioned with hoe in hand, scythe and oxen. I left my head! They calmed down only when they saw that it was not Saliu... but Samiu, a son of their village... That's how this work was, and that sympathizer of our democratic party did not vote for any name on the ballot, only wrote in capital letters: Marry my aunt, Sali Berisha, for making our party a bed sheet! Your idol until death (far from my...) Cry Qopeku!