'Uncle Fatmir in a dress! Tao with 2 loaves of bread... and the infidels of the PS'

By Agron Gjekmarkaj

It was evident in Rinas that the Albanian parliamentary delegations were extremely burdened with resentments and grievances!

They appeared all smiles and noses, in the airport waiting room filled by Margerit's hand (oh poor Margerit was replaced by a slob) years ago with turbans, turbans, brandaveks and Arbëresh clothes that they barely removed from Mamice, who together with Babo want to make Arbëresh as it should be, a garden! As the most cowardly and not the protagonist, seeing the storm that was blowing, I went first, I said to myself "light legs, white face" and hid in the kitchen, where from time to time I moistened my dry throat with something and the cimbisi went from where I could see the mess!

Uncle Fatmir was dressed in the traditional Albanian clothes: a frock, a vest, and a toy dyfek on his arm; behind him was a folk orchestra playing the saz for the successes that the special commission had achieved! Just like that, he was put in a niche, until the balloon took off!

Evis Kushi, covered in red and black, looked like the European passport 2030, which suddenly turned into a flying carpet! Saimir Koreshi stopped at the threshold with a watermelon the size of a baboon, where he cut it into slices and just as seriously gave it to the eater, that what we eat – the sokelliu – remains ours! Tao, equally popular, came with two heybe filled with bread, cheese and boiled lamb; even a couple of grease stains were left on the back of his jacket.

He waved for anyone to come and take it, but Lavdrim Krashi stopped everyone: "Better hungry than haram bread," he sighed! Everyone froze when the explosions were heard in the nearby surroundings! It was the advisor to the DP group, Everest Dedaj, with two pistols that he fired in the air: pau pau - as a warning of the famine!

A triumphant smile never left his face!

So, Gaz Bardhi was coming! He himself appeared with groans, screams, cries: “Where are they, where are they?!” he shouted menacingly! Look how the deputies ran at the speed of light to hide! Luckily, Jorushi of Tabake, as in the ballads, came forward with a dihame that would tear the soul apart, with a soft and majestic cry, and said: “I saw the grace of God, stop, that only Eni Xake is left, that the others ran away, the army took them and is taking them to Zurich!” Oerdi muttered to himself: “Transit gloria mundi, transit gloria mundi”! The brawl stopped right there! Strasbourg was waiting for us!

The plane took off with a roar! Here and there, only the gnashing of teeth could be heard, drowned out by the wind! Wife Bebi Gjergji was distributing ointments and aspirin!

Ina Zhupa was reading a news story that King Carlo's birthday was being celebrated in Tirana, and full of excitement, Koreshi came up with the idea: why don't we celebrate Jorush's birthday better - let's call him a big man, he has more contributions and he received over 20 thousand votes!

“No, no,” said Gazi, “we need something more measured, more institutional – maybe Mamice’s birthday is more unifying for the four vilayets!”

We descended like the devil with our hands in the wheel! The news that spread fear had arrived before us! Toni Gogu had been washed, shaved and shorn to carry out the will of God to the end!

He welcomed us dressed as a pastor, with the holy book under his arm and blessed water in his hand, he started with the infidels of his party, and then with us – the believers! He calmed us down and thus saved Europe from a cataclysm! Saints start with human things!