"In the dacha you take Elisa, in the dacha crack", Gjekmarkaj "confesses" to the Parliament through a satirical chronicle: Blendi Çuçi cursed the day he was born...

DP MP, Agron Gjekmarkaj narrated today's session of the parliament through his satirical chronicle. Gjekmarkaj traversed the opposition debate and the movements of ministers and deputies of DP and SP in his own way.

FROM AGRON GJEKMARKAJ
Chronicle of a day of attack!
The day did not disappoint. She caught the expectations. The opposition were all on the attack as never before united. The revolution has just begun. Today he raised the curtain. The Mcgonigal affair was the cap.
His whistles were heard everywhere, and the Whistles no longer blinked.
The doctor, the Chief Deputy Leader and others were absent, expelled from the next session. Cardboard violence cut our arms.

Salianji and Boçi wielded logic and swords. The words had a ring to them. They fell on the samara of the government, the husk of which was scattered here and there like snowflakes.
A slightly healthy stranger approached me, she asked me for a name, I said introduce myself, my blessed one, who are you?! She's gone. He left me without signing.

Majko prayed to Tritan!
"... O barber, evil-o!
slowly the razor-o!
don't cut the moustache-oh…”! Was it stopping ay??
The trumpet of the party, Albana with a general and unparalleled political elegance tried to mobilize the troops. He gave and took until longing. With pathos and epicness, he led the deputies to Facebook and, like at a wedding, he filmed us with a camera.
Babo was nowhere to be seen. They were lost in sad thoughts.
No one knows where he is. The opposition does not seem to be looking for it.
Tao today was less brave than usual, more silent and reflective, when he was expected to pounce like a lion. The rush of events had shrunk him.

Elisa tried to say "I'm Babo, I'm Babo" but Gaz Bardhi didn't believe her and in a snarky voice asked her to meet. O Babon, I fell and died. Lindita didn't tell Babo, take Elisa to the dacha, crack the dacha!
When the eldest Bardhi shouted "what kind of women are you" the women of the government trembled, got scared, shrank!
From a crouch somewhere, only Elisa took the courage to tell him in a broken voice what's wrong with women like Kapedani in the movie?!

And the lucky one didn't even want to know, he got mad, he just punched Niko, who got scared and became a fist behind the guards.

Peleshi, so defeated, Ngulazi saw Çyrba laughing amidst the tumult. He was carrying Annie and the others. Jyrgis's bravery was causing him envy. He bit his lip and scolded himself for not being braver as he became a fist.

Margeriti me një ftohtësi teutonike a gjermanike mejtohej mbi rëndësinë apo kotësinë e gjërave. Si ujë mbi pelerinë i rrëshqiste çdo gjë. Kësisoj derisa foli Ina. Llaf i saj sikur e ngrohu dhe u çel pakëz. Ishte fuqia e mallit në kohë jallane.

Tezja kishte uri. Një dy cimbiste biskota.
Bora gati me lot në sy belbëzonte “pse nuk vjen Babo, e heshtur është Bela, qan xhaxhi Ulsiu, përtypet teze Mirela”?!

Teta Gerta e shihte po s’kishte xhevap për t’i dhënë. Pa dy a tri herë nga Olta për ndihmë po ajo ia preu shkurt “hë se do t’i kalojë mos u mërzit”! Bela pasi kaloi tunelin e Llogarasë dukej më e ftohtë me tunelin e politikës në atë paradite.

Eduart Shalsi i krehur si Fadil Hasa tek “Mao Ce Duni” luante shah kur prej tij kërkohej qëndresë.
Blendi Çuçi mallkonte ditën që lindi. Ai shihte me zili Krifcën e portokallosur në ngjyra që i ka marrë ministrinë e Bujqësisë. Më mirë të me shpinte Babo drejtor të akademisë së barinjve, mbikëqyrës ndërzimesh se ministër i brendshëm më 11 Shkurt. Mllefi i tij nuk i ngjante atij të Erjonit.

Braçja kishte të ftohtë! Herë pas here skërmiste dhembët për t’u ngrohur nga mendimet e veta. Mimi di Puçini ishte bërë natë, asnjë pipëtimë. Në zymtësi admironte madhështinë e vet.

Etilda shadow and sigh, more metaphor than presence.
Tony prayed to God as if on judgment day. Jorida, even though she had come straight from Stockholm, was not icy. The pandemonium of the revolution had made him impressive in humanity. Klos thought the worst, the long war, a piece of Hungarian sausage came out of his pocket every now and then.

The tiger sitting in the last row has already accepted his fate and quotes the Bible "blessed are the last who will be first".

This is how this day came, which found me as a witness as honest people were torn to pieces for great ideals. The chronicle seems powerless to accommodate so many emotions.