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35th anniversary of the Socialist Party / Details of the Socialists' celebration revealed

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Agron's donkeys/ Leave the dangles, not Jorida, not Gazi, not Basha, I will be elected as the chairman of the PD

2023-06-11 09:44:00, Opinione Agron Gjekmarkaj

Agron's donkeys/ Leave the dangles, not Jorida, not Gazi, not Basha, I will By Agron Gjekmarkaj

Strange particle of a monotonous day!

And who remembers Bernard Banushi, the outstanding engineer who watched over Lulzim Basha in the days of glory and in those of the doomsday, who like a cruel cloud with two tendrils in his belt where the darkness does not clear!!!

Well, now that Danoç has been overshadowed by the media frenzy of Mrs. Dupi, by the bravery of Mr. Zupi and by the eloquence of Kodup! Boredom seems to work 100 percent of human honesty!!

A businessman friend of mine promised me a bottle of Safi brandy from the very best that is made on the border between Italy and Austria.

Bernardi would take it to bring me as a treasure. I didn't know that blessed drink and out of curiosity I happily accepted the promise that that bottle would become mine.

Yesterday, during the day, he sent me several photos of the bottle at different times to ensure that the bottle was coming in the right direction.

The morning was spent dealing with the ambassadors where, together with the determined Mimi di Puccini, with the nobleman Tom, with the curmudgeonly Etje, with the angry Tritan, with the silent Greta, with the calm Claude, with the praiseworthy Lavderim, with the gloomy Clos, with the liberal pathetic Petro, with the Etilde hat who wanted to say goodbye to the country's affairs.

We scraped them, painted them and oiled them as our honor begged. I returned home as if I was angry, wait and wait, but nothing. Around 11 pm the phone rang, it was Bernardi himself with a voice full of mystery!

Get off quickly, I'm in the neighborhood, don't go out of the main road, you're going around the corner! Hey, I said to myself, what's possible?! As I approached, he got out of the car and with enigmatic signs told me to follow him.

He walked, I walked, I seemed to myself like Luli and Tao struggling to meet on a clear winter night. After following him for six minutes, we found ourselves in a narrow entrance to the palace.

What did you see! Solemnly from under a slender kirku he brought out an aluminum army gourd tied on four sides with dock green straps and a cork from a cane shaft wrapped in vine leaves! As soon as he removed the cork, he felt a puff as if he had opened a bottle of champagne. Two old men passing by first fell to the ground from the taffeta, a fig and sugar aroma could be felt together!!

What about this? Brandy said? The good thing about that friend, I put it in the gourds so that we don't look like oligarchs and no one follows us from behind!! Oh God have mercy I muttered. He said you have any dissatisfaction and listen now?

Leave it alone, not Jorida, not Gazi, not Basha, as long as I can hear you anymore, drink this, remove the confusion in your head that you will be elected President of the Democratic Party, I am holding you by the neck. It blew two or three times and it became wind!