We must clarify from the beginning that "Kronika" strives to be fair and get to the heart of things!
For a long time, the faded Teza has started a campaign to weaken Terme's position in the eyes of Babo!
Everyone was surprised when Babua took revenge on Terme with a Harapchiu vocabulary, because he showed loyalty according to the military hierarchy, like a soldier-commander! Some said that Babua does not like servility like that, simple, simple, and rustic, but refined with style, with Western metaphors!
But that's not true, they're chickpeas on a skewer. Babua really appreciates the spontaneity of the folk dance. He wants songs and lectures!
You remember when Termeja brought out the Bënçë group to sing thagma-zemra mal to him, when he made the mural in the Sports Palace, Babua as a basketball player shone in the sky; even Auntie herself, at that time when Termeja was at her peak, would say to him: "Terme bio, no rabat-Tepelena, how lucky you are", thus she was servile to both him and Babu!
Now the seasons and the weather have changed! Auntie, because the work of ministers no longer inspires her, seeks to find joy in other ways, mainly gossip: she spreads rumors both to the opposition and to the majority, that Termeja is the author of the scandal and gossip of Gjirokastra, where it was said that its Mayor, a scoundrel, had put her in a poisonous place!
Termeja is not a lab technician who does analyses, but Auntie, together with Gramo of the Guard, now the governor of Tepelena, annoyed by Termeja's influence, want to pluck it out of Babo's huge heart with a knife!
On Thursday, Termeja was seen saying some heartfelt words to Teze, and she was trembling and shivering, as usual: without protocol. Faced with Tezeja's intrigues and Termeja's innocence, Kronika, who knows the Magna Carta well, believes in innocence in this matter and invites Babo to reflect!
He also urges Tao, this moral and Leninist cleric of Librazhd, Prrenjas, Hotolisht, Xhyra and the entire kaza, to form a Bolshevik commission headed by Buçko to monitor the situation, so that it does not escalate!
The secretariat should be entrusted to Evis Kushi, as the Trotskyist that he is. Ervin Hoxha, as the generous Gjirokastrian, should pay the expenses! The mules should be bought in Valare, the horses in Hormova, the yzengi in Dropull, and Erjo Mile should lead them!
Oh, when you think that Termeja used to bake kukurec on the lawns for Auntie and fill her cups with brandy from the cauldron, that Auntie would pick it up and pull it out of the ground, and then take it to the song and dance like a virane, you feel great sadness for this breakup! Life has these things, you can't even trust the clothes on your body anymore; betrayal comes from where you don't expect it, especially within the parties where you fight, because we are all Albanians: putting your foot on your head to climb yourself with slander and lies, running to spy, servility and lewdness that you never think of. That's why we are close to Termeja in these difficult hours! The Chronicle, although a right-wing and conservative product, has a habit of becoming intolerant of leftists who have lost their luck!
The last session was full of events! We at Kronika drank coffee with Mamice in the morning, telling her that Nallbaja, like Anteu, who got his strength from the Earth, just like Muji and Halili, who had the power in their arms, and when the rifle and bullet came out, they thought their time was up and they locked themselves in a cave forever; he also believes that, until the day comes to take revenge on Babo for the war he declared on Mamice, there is no longer any room for ordinary chivalry, so he has been shot in silence and lamentation! A stifled sigh came out of his mouth! He is languishing, he is wicked, he is languishing…
Mommy and Daddy like David and Golia! We drank that coffee under glares, but without much concern! The Chronicle is indifferent to envy.
Qefsere, the new minister, broke our hearts; we felt sorry for her, we cursed ourselves! Isuf Çela, who is known for his authority, asked two questions, and the black Qefsere closed her eyes, became pale, she didn't know what to say; she wanted to help her copy Delina, but the devilish Gaz Bardhi took revenge on her! Poor Qefsere's tongue was tied between her teeth, she gulped as if she were eating honey, she blushed, sweated and then ran to the Tabir hammam! There she burst into tears with "oiiii"! Thank goodness Elda Hoti was there to help her get up. "What's wrong with me?", she complained. "What have I done to you? Why are you asking me questions? Did you find me? Why are you making fun of me?", and she cried and cried!
That's how Beqir Valteri locked himself in the bathroom when he attempted to assassinate Ahmet Zogu, but he sang patriotic songs to get rid of his fear, while Qefserja, the deserted one, was heartbroken because she was melted in oil! Kronika shares the pain with Qefserja, because she knows that she is not to blame! Oh, Qefsere, Qefsere, let's go out the door...
Sypetrit Malaj came out of the cafe relieved, he said to Blendi Klos: "Thank goodness I went well today, no one called me stupid." "Don't rush," he said, "because you never know where you're coming from. Look at me: a pretty man, they say I'm nobody, I don't do anything, and yet they don't leave me alone!"
Pirro Dengu was spinning around like a general without shoulder pads and cursing Nufi for taking his place! Nufi was not doing anything. Enea Laraska is not clear whether he is afraid or has the courage to stay in the Assembly!
Niko did a great deed: finally, when everyone was sleeping and the hall was empty, he left the leadership of the session to the author of the Chronicle, who climbed up there, heavy as a tree, and stuck out his tongue at some of the scoundrels! Kostaqi burst into tears from the box!
Jorushi of Tabakëve, after forcing the European Parliament to make a coal-black report on the government, managed to show two fingers to McAllister, who responded with a congratulatory smile! It seems like Jorushi is the Foreign Minister, not Festimi!
Every time a minister spoke, only one sentence was heard from Saimir Koreshi: "Leave the big words and the big words!"
The lowliness of mind overwhelmed us all! He said: "I, as a deputy of Fier", so Freud spoke to him; he has wanted to be a deputy of Bela all his life and she should throw behind her the words that Ulsushi has not remained loyal to her; his soul thundered!
Towards midnight Babua came, tired, tired, scratching his beard, looking at the ceiling and the ground at times. Mamicushja passed before his eyes with a relaxed gait; a worry and longing appeared on his forehead and eyes! Olta Xhaçka marbled “…and suddenly the world had changed”!
Antoneta Dhima was moved to tears! Dilua Sokelliu "the mother's theme, the daughter rises and spoils the father's midi"!
Gaz Bardhi, who was not good at all, broke the balance with words, let alone what he said: no more, no more prison, as Kostaqi was ready to be dropped from above with a boom, and I was no less, because we were already exhausted since they took Ethilde away from us, let alone this disaster would be an assassination attempt on "Kronika", whose name covers us all and gives us fragrance like in the garden of the Prophet! Greetings, readers of "Kronika", may you be blessed for the inspiration with which you feed us!
