Deputeti i Partisë Demokratike, Agron Gjekmarkaj, ka ironizuar zhvillimet në Asamblenë e Partisë Socialiste, ku Edi Rama, në cilësinë e kryetarit të partisë, drejtoi diskutimet dhe diktoi vendimmarrjen për përjashtimet nga strukturat drejtuese.
Në një status të gjatë satirik, të titulluar “Kronikë nga asambleja e ‘shpirtrave të vdekur’!”, Gjekmarkaj e krahason kryeministrin me personazhin Çiçikov të romanit të Nikolai Gogolit. Në qendër të shkrimit është përplasja e Ramës me Elisa Spiropalin, ku kjo e fundit u përjashtua nga forumet drejtuese të partisë.
Deputeti sjell edhe qëndrimet e Fatmir Xhafajt, Pandeli Majkos dhe Erion Braçes, duke vënë në pah debatet për ndëshkimet, dorëheqjet dhe përjashtimet, si dhe tensionet mes figurave socialiste.
Përmes metaforave, personazheve të Gogolit dhe ‘dialogjeve’, Gjekmarkaj ‘rindërton’ Asamblenë, duke e mbyllur me një ironi therëse ndaj kreut të qeverisë: “Nikollai Gogol kur iku, Çiçikovin nuk e mori me vete, e la mes nesh!”
Post by DP MP Agron Gjekmarkaj
Chronicle from the assembly of "dead souls"!
Babu came like Chichikov to the assembly, with a question that weighed on his head like a hammer: if a man can be physically alive but spiritually dead, are his serfs just names on a list or people who were once alive?!
This flurry of thoughts lasted until eggs fell on his car like hail!!
Reflections were replaced by anger, resentment, whining, and other vices! The summer was bitter, the autumn was more poisonous, the winter was cruel!
Hidden for weeks, sometimes in a chest, sometimes in a closet, it had aged a bit!
It happened to turn white, yellow, red and black!
His brave men were also a bit too scared in this weather! Many of their clothes were rendered useless by the wet and bad weather!
Each of them came to that gathering more covered than dressed, because their wardrobes were worn out from the frequent changes!
Demir Demo had borrowed a pair of butterfly-shaped trousers, galoshes and a pair of slippers!
Humility, a suit of army patches, a German helmet on his head, but Babon looked at him with love like a pharaoh, convinced that he had chirped as needed in the days of the gazette! Now the star must shine!
The playful Sofian, as if eager to show off her curves, was dressed in pink shorts with black snakes on them, and a Japanese lion-print blouse! Pirro Dengu, like a harlequin, was hiding behind the former Buçko.
Sina's will, Turkish and English.
Pandi Majko, fresh from the past as from legends, especially in a frock, a kolchak and a fistan, on his head a hat like Mihal Grameno's and a yatagan on his belt.
Let's not go into such details!
The chronicle, which, like Babua himself, decided to hide for a while, not to be heavy after crying, because it would be a gray month, oh my, as soon as they find out that you're not a donkey, they'll charge you 10 times!
This guy goes to the wet market to get some dry food and eats some junk food where he doesn't expect it, instead of the poor!
Even the two times he led the protests, the main author did so after Deputy Leader Flamur swore to him that blood would flow to the horse's knee if a hair was missing!
"Children and women are under my protection," he solemnly declared, drawing admiration from behind! I felt like a child.
Jorushi i Tabakëve, Sajme Koreshi, so sovereign as vox populi, vox Dei, why not come out and chronicle it in the Majlis?!
Even Kostaqi himself, who has often offered himself to be slaughtered, took bread with him and immersed himself in the academy's pantry, scraping off fragments from an encyclopedia! In fact, he was keeping watch around Tabir to make sure no one set fire to Nikollaq's throne.
After sweating about ten times, Kronika decided that the burden was worth the rent and showed courage when many people didn't see it!
But yesterday she realized that her roots are deep and watered by people's love to put her lips on the gas!
From there, 6-7 people signed up as her correspondents, even for free!
They prayed: "Oh, please! Oh, hug me! Give me, make me a hero! Bear witness to history! Live only to tell it! Don't betray the tribe!", they would bring him to the table!
An entire secretary was transcribing their recorded voice messages and just as many written ones!
Babo's grunts and gasps could be heard, Klos's barely-there spit and wiping of his cheeks, Bela's Siberian frost, Mamica's stormy breathing, Xhafa's cries, Tao's dry cough, Dilo's dozing, Bora's moans and wiping, Paulin Nufi's itching, and Terme's vows to wipe out one by one those who left the square on the Day of Judgment!
Babua stood up!
There was a grave silence. Only a couple of frightened screams were heard from the lower barrels, at the end of the hall!
Suspense, prolonged silence, and a fist bump on the podium.
Then he raised his bloody hands and showed "esteem", like Padre Pio.
"I was crucified for you, my Judases!" he shouted!
"Yes, God spoke to me! Without me you are m….!"
Mascara… pause!
Piser… pause!
Villains… pause!
Zabërhanë… pause!
Little… pause!
"Kopukka… pause!"
A roll of the eyes, as the amateur footage shows, fell like frost on them!
An elongated "moon" split that building in two!
"You bought my shroud, you wrote my obituary, you were shocked, you thought I was finished, but here I am!"
And brram, brram, twice the punch board!
"You made the calculations without the innkeeper, you dog! I'll go to the machete, to the machete!"
Ervin Hoxha fell to the ground from the shock! They didn't even dare to lift him. They left him writhing for a few minutes!
"Now I'm going to go and impale two people, I'm going to impale them: Mamica and that Mirditori, because those kulaks will always remain! Plarentin! Because we are the party of Enver Hoxha, we don't bow to tradition!"
"With you, with you, Mommy, I have it! From now on, I will no longer be your George! Skanderbeg, the godless one, laughed!"
"Oi, oi, oi, oi! Where, where, where!", a heart-wrenching cry like that of old Nice was heard!
Aunt, Ekonomi, Antoneta and Zeniqeja gave in to the outcry!
Chuchi offered them a handkerchief to dry their clothes!
"You, Mommy, are at war with me! On bad days, you send me letters, you make me statuses, you offer me new contracts, you dress me up like Che Guevara, when crows and ravens peck at my liver!"
You are Flamingo!
If you want to take my place, sit on the steps of the SP like I used to!
Cursed be you! In the name of my Church I excommunicate and banish you like Jovan Bardhi! May the Haram cover you, may your name be seen!
"Now speak, since it is the last time you will be among us!"
Mamica stood up like a prophet before the king, when she knew that everything was lost, except for the honor and judgment of God!
"Yes," he said, "I am Flamingo if you want a better Albania!"
I am Flamingo if we need free and fair elections, without strongmen!
Yes, I am the Flamingo I believed in, without directors, without power behind me, when I joined you!
I am Flamingo if I must seek governance and not domination!
I am Flamingo if I have to fight corruption and crime!
"I am Flamingo if I have to choose dignity over submission!"
"Oh, the pain!" they said on the other end of the phone, listening to him!
"Cataclysm! Heresy! Perversion, oh my! This world is doomed! Little Mommy is bleeding from the brow of Big Daddy!"
Fatmir Xhafa took it with both criticism and sweetness, making Babo happy, who was being annoying!
But in the end he said: "Punishments, reprimands, self-criticism, openness to the party, but not exclusions!"
Majku stood up and made the announcement!
"Sodom and Gomorrah are among us! The debauchery, the fun, the excitement and the money of power are recorded in a thousand hours of video! Resign, get out of sight!"
Most people saw it with anger!
"If this happens," they muttered, "the mortar will fall here and the hall will be deserted!"
Babua interrupted:
“Shut up!”
Braçja, who has been scolded all these months, a born Trozovac, a sock-sucker like Rrapo Hekali!
He lied a little, but for the better, when he said:
"We are the party of freedom, not of exclusion! One Midwife falls, thousands rise!"
"What nonsense is this?", a thought flashed through the mind of Humility. "Where does he see these thousands?"
And he was eagerly awaiting the changes in the government, which would be made at a later date!
Babua might want to rub them a little and treat Xhafa and Majko well, because criticism and exclusion are becoming a trend!
Damua wanted to speak up when she saw how Mamica's rumored curls were catching fire, but she remembered Ditmar, now with a bag on his back like a Hungarian tourist, who can't hold his feet and occasionally licks an ice cream on his feet, without comfort!
He shivered, his nerves went numb, but he gathered himself and remained silent!
Nikollaqi was astounded as if he were in a dream! He received a modest compliment, but it was better than nothing!
Ogi, as if after a meaningless dream, was trying to wake up!
Tony's tongue was dry, he was thirsty, but he couldn't find water! The old man had a headache.
Rifat Salla of agriculture appeared as a sad bust!
Karakaçi felt lighter when he remembered how good it was when he was a nobody! Gonxhe ate secretly, hot a gurabi hot a sham!
To increase the reputation of the chronicle, to respect cooperation and credibility, Babua read a part of it from the previous ones, when he addressed Etilda as an anti-model, laid-back and hardworking!
Let Mrs. Kore say whatever she wants, she works day and night so that we can see a little light, without a mandate, without a government, she is stuck in the Prime Minister's seat!!
Crystal-clear, velvety tears formed in the corners of her eyes!
The comeback is coming!
Tao stood as a weakling sacrificed for the cause, but he has a broad and forgiving soul!
Klos had to put the cap on twice!
Once when he made a mistake after the assembly, with his mouth full of pilaf, where the fate of Mamica and Plarent was not understood, and once in the afternoon, when Babua took him, scolded him, made him wash his hands and sent him another text saying that they had washed their hands of the "Forums"!
Bledion Nallbaja cannot bear this calamity, if he is the same one we know, who was ready to fight with the great powers, the Albanians, the Greeks, the Turks, NATO itself, for the sake of Mamica's erzi!
When you see how the enemy's hand will tear off your eyelashes, share your blood with him, from sister to enemy, take away his name!
Fear, like Devolli in winter, is arriving in Tirana with snoring!
Epic nights await us!
Nikolai Gogol was there yesterday! He didn't take Chichikov with him when he left, he left him among us!
