By Agron Gjekmarkaj
The Chronicle refuses to distribute fake news!
From day one, Kronika set herself the goal of becoming a spokesperson for the art of trickery, good, beauty, and delight! She has a knack for spreading the news or the decree! She spreads incense against the devil everywhere, especially now when people are resting in the shadows like sheleges under the mist or making kollotumbas in the water!
Here is the mouthful Gaz Bardhi, who was dried up by that cliff, has fallen into peace and comfort for a few days reading new files that he finds first, Jorushi i Tabakeve with her statuses full of jokes reminds us that autumn is knocking, but let's still enjoy the few days of summer because time is merciless and only it is worth it, Enno Bozdo follows us with links with the mists that blacken the horizon, Klevis Balliu orders like a messenger reminding you of the late debt, Deputy Leader Flamur is sharpening his weapons with a stone file somewhere under an oak tree, woe to whoever will fall on that blade! Oerdi in the Durrës amphitheater thinks that the seasons pass, stones become history! Belindi is leaving no stone unturned against the government even in the middle of the heat! How does the blessed one never tire!
The Chronicle was asked from above as a friendly help to spread bad news during August to prepare public opinion for changes in the government!
We are only giving the sweet muzhdena that Etilda will return so that her party friends can rejoice! Because their hearts are becoming mountains! Even though she is a councilor, she is breaking into pieces so that the boat does not take on water, one or two with cans in hand, filling and pouring! Babo's annoyance, her denise!
Those who will remain will enjoy the relief of a little ointment on the wound, it is humane!
Here's how Delina Ibrahimi has managed to look like a professor who has become a professor, so much so that we would also ask the opposition to consider her as such! She also teaches Qefseren how to sit in a chair, how to speak, how to appear to dream big visions, as if she doesn't speak because she's not worth it, not because she doesn't know! Even if Briseida Bakerri takes her place, she shouldn't show signs of frustration, because that's what this job demands! Don't make yourself look like an idealist when pragmatism tears your pants apart!
Le Festim de Gozha, after making some mischief at the beginning, has now realized that it will be like being a deputy minister because the minister of foreign affairs is Babua, who does great politics, as the dignity and dignity of a very serious state like ours demands!
While Festua deals with the nonsense and scholarly writings, because he has already been in Brussels and it's a shame to break his silence! Thank goodness they gave him the opportunity! Then they have their mouths open and say that Babua doesn't do good!
The aunt, who used to be a good translator, has now become a bit of a troublemaker, the wrestling has taken its toll on her, she falls asleep in the office, she is given a drink of shaytan after the rakia, she takes revenge on her subordinates with screams, she has even forbidden them from reading the "Chronicle" which in Ogi's time was read collectively in that bina! Whereas now it is like a tract.
Then the students are expected to join the protest in October, as if things are not going well, but of course we will not show anything so that they can rest well! How this autumn of anxiety has come!
Even with Terme, who made a promise to him, he is broken!
Chosen for his illiteracy, his ability to count, his sharp mind, wider than his height, a big eater and a glutton, the scoundrel of culture, considered the most ignorant and stupid minister since 1912, it seems that he is doing well, because Albanian culture in these difficult times needs such a helmsman, who has no dilemmas, who does not ask questions, who treats culture with cruelty and cruelty! Only Babua has achieved this success with culture! We cried for Margaritna, may God kill us, may God kill us!
There's no one to write to this Lameqyqe either, he's a good guy for a sector chief or director of a department, it seems like the choirs are singing over his head, but we, for pity's sake, give him earwax so he doesn't hear the sirens and see the movie Ulysses at the cinema next to the ministry!
Tony entered, more of a slob, putting his hands on his hips, sighing, thinking, walking slowly, counting the beads on his vest, but he didn't fight big battles for Babo at mealtime when the whey separates from the cheese, now he issues proclamations about integration, which make even Ulësia laugh, who lives for that seriousness and intellectualism!
The defense duo doesn't even take risks, because they are the size of a bluff in every respect, even though they run red lights with a convoy of cars, because all that personality, damn it! Albania is adorned with bluffs decade after decade!
That's why Noli's heart broke when he said: you, Halim, who can't sing, become vizier for education! My eyes watered, that's what Ditmar told me one day, as he revealed a detailed plan for the overthrow of Babo, in consultation with Soros's people in Tirana!
In key positions for the midfield, I will place the three candidates that the Germans proposed to Babos to replace him and that he rejected!
He took out a map and showed the points and moments when Klosi, Braçe and other socialists would join him!
This Tao, fully confident that Babua will open the bag for his indiscretion, is happy to make Nikos' shoes, but in the end he won't budge even if Kara Kaçi and Lameqyqen are killed! In the end, even if he doesn't give him anything, he will pretend to be happy, these things are so heartbreaking!
Extremely upset, Erjon Malaj knocked on the doors of "Kronika", groaned and pulled out his hair, when he rested he would give him oil again, made me buy two Pjeter Karden suits, complained, I never get to use them, give me my money back, take the suits, you idiots"! Wait, take it with congratulations, we told him, that we don't know what will happen, but don't tell the medical guy that we'll forget his name, with the playful Sofjan, Ervin Buçko, Sypetrit Malaj, hold on, don't let go! A hope flashed in his eyes and he lit up! He left, but he came back again, asked: tell me something, he said, that I cut my tongue and don't speak! What's all this talk about Sara, Zeniqe and Kid, making the sign of sticking with his finger!
On that path, we told him, are Babua, just as the parliament has done, it will form the government of the country, peace that is!
Babua would do well to think also about academic Kostaqna, a posticino who from a pure Greek transformed into a fiery Albanian nationalist, becoming a groom in Kuç, a rich man who worked as a janitor in Tabir, where they often don't even know his worth, the janitors that the Chairmen bring from the side of that ogre who know the book as rubbish!
While Kronika, which is known for its subjectivity that spreads and removes slander, makes jokes and insults, puts up lightning bolts and slanders, cannot help but suffer when it sees everyone enjoying themselves, while Dallamanga Genc Gjonçaj sits in the office waiting for a call! Hajer ishallah!
Advice for readers: The chronicle can be read line by line, from the end to the beginning, from the good to the bad, as truth but also as fantasy, as news but also as a smile in these hot days where no one smiles even if you beg for money!
