By Agron Gjekmarkaj

The wonders are endless! When you're awake, all groggy, with a bell on your head to catch a plane, exhausted, your mouth burning from the night sweats, you appear disheartened and completely surrendered to curiosity, you have the mind to take a nap and to hell with the rest!

But the templates acquired from life experience don't always follow the script to the end!
In the sleepy airport hall, four men with 24 trunks and suitcases entered one after the other, dressed surprisingly and impeccably!
In fact, they were more normal strangers than disguised ones, as your mind had told you in those critical hours of anxiety!!
Anyway, they had done their thing! In brightly colored clothes, on Sofian's advice, they had disguised themselves: the two deputy ministers of finance and an unidentified figure; finally, Sypetriti himself, confused as hell!
They pulled the cart with the large load of bina, the minister pushed it from behind, shouting: hop la la, hop la la, a little more, a little more!
When he saw us, he was so angry; sweat poured out on the overalls he was wearing to look like an airport worker! He was so angry!
We approached him slowly and said: you're here since dawn, you took the bait, you're running away, right?
He stammered, he walked, he asked for water; at one point he gathered himself and said: "No, no, but since we came early because we have a summit, we are working people; Babo taught us to show community service and we came to give a hand to these services and maintenance workers", but he was clearly worried!
To appear more convincing in his thesis, he added: "Here, for example, so that you understand better: Braçe has been given the task of cleaning the papers and cans in the gardens of Tirana in his free time, since he has shown ambitions for the Municipality; Ervin Hoxha to help the elderly do the shopping and hang the bags on the stairs; Antoneta, Evis and Iris to drop kemane in the squares for atmosphere; Delina to distribute pies, shama and gurabi at parties; Ciu, now in illegality, to read parts of 'Kurban' in universities; the health department to plant millet with antiviral and anti-flu needles in the streets; but above all, to increase trust in Babua, Albana Koçi to walk through the streets so that the people understand what futility is! Saimir Hasalles to preserve the tradition of Dash Sule and sew scarves and such for everyone's jackets to the deputies who pray and call for prayer and ashikklekun ashikklekun!
Karakaci to take the helpless on his back and carry them where the roads are broken and the bridges are full of holes; Nufi to shoot a cannon at Surrel to scare away the laraskas; and lots of useful things! Zeniqja to sit against the evil eye instead of the mushroom near the Prime Minister's Office! Pirro Dengu to shear the calves of Vlora!

Gonxha has been given the sacred duty of, together with his patent staff, whom he has made cultural directors, to clean up the mess with the slogan: 'We're actually hiding it, we're trying to cover it up'!
"What about these boxes?" we ask naively.
"It's the integration chapters in their original, organic form that we're taking to Brussels," he replied in a low voice!
An inner pain ran through me, let alone if the Vice President, Leader Flamur, were with us, he would instantly seize them and distribute them to the poor poor like the hand of God!
One has Babo's visions for European Albania in the form of thoughts and essays and the latest book "The Bear's Table", the large one in the corner, Bela's memories full of jokes, notes for friends and enemies in the party; this brown one has a CD with the songs that Auntie has sung during these years for joys and feasts; the one with squares, Mamice's clothes and cutlery before the guillotine, dressed to elevate the homeland at international meetings; the other with boards, Tao's speeches to be taught in schools to the children of Europe; the one in the corner is with Ulsi's, Xhafa's and Toni's advice on how to reform the two-speed European Commission, in the middle, Lamellari's requests for tear gas for the opposition protest, unexpired, free and good; the one at the top has Ismet Beqiri's melodies for UNESCO; The most delicate, well-packaged, has the tears and sweat of the past four years in bottles and demijohns that Laert Duro collected while working to open negotiations!!

He saw that we didn't trust him and left the playful guards he had with him at all corners! The deputy ministers were ordered to enter the belly of the plane along with the luggage and guard it like eyes, even more than that!

The boxes made a loud noise, typical of gold coins! One broke while being pressed, and some molds fell out of them like the letters of Dhaskal Todri!

First the bus took the common people and then brought Sypetriti to the post, who was put in the business area and the curtain was closed! Like the ministers we barely have, they should be comfortable, with all the trouble that Gaz Bardhi causes them, so that it doesn't do any good; he has become like a selector of evil spirits: everywhere files, wiretaps, videos, photos, voices, God God! What does he have in his hand now !!??!!!

The stewardess said: "Don't make any noise, the minister is counting!"
We were silent, but from a corner we could see Sypetriti wetting his fingers with saliva and giving his arm a whack, whack, whack!

Even though it was early and he hadn't realized we were on a plane, he told the flight attendant: "Give all the passengers beer!"

When we passed over Montenegro, a scream was heard: "What the hell, what the hell, what the hell, we forgot the four most important trunks in Tirana, where are we going to drown now?!"
"We have that with cryptocurrencies and stuff," the assistant remarked!
"Ah, no, no! Another, another, the metal with the deeds of real estate around the world! Where do we fall now, because with money up to a point you can't go further, here Orbán is gone and the Magyars have fallen, where does he know he's taking us with him?!

Noise and commotion, tears and tears, screaming and shouting! Thank goodness Jorushi of Tabakave wasn't with us because who knows if we could have endured that madness!?
We went nearby to see what happened; he rolled his eyes: “Mosss, you here too?!” — he groaned and sobbed!

Once they brought him to his senses, rubbing him with water and soap! From the middle of Slovenia, high in the sky, a cry that was heard even in Ljubljana shook us all: "I want a parachute, I want a parachute!", the Sypetriti was constantly asking for himself and his trunks!

"Chronicle" is haunting us!!
The poor stewardess didn't understand what it was all about...! He tried to explain to them that it was something terrible, that made you blush, itchy, gave you horns and tails, took away the joy of life and the escape to a better life, without trouble, blamed you and poisoned you!!

In Vienna, as soon as we landed, Sloboda appeared to us: "Where is Ethilda, how is she, when is she coming?"
"We don't know, by God; they're some big trunks, but I don't think they're hiding people inside at the moment!"
"She is helping Babo for Albania 2030, and she will probably soon enter the government!"