Chun Lajchi: I can't operate without money.

That Albanian artists are not valued enough, this is already known.

Little do they give heed; many of them are evil-doers.

Well-known actor Cun Lajci wrote a letter to his dead daughter, saying that the sight of his eyes is worse, but that he has no money to operate.

“I'm often forgetting Bubba, and I know if it's the age I started getting rare, but the eyes are starting to grow. I'm losing sight of my doctor and I can't get away with it, because I know without looking at them, and these clinks are hanging out for me, and I think I'm lying my hand. If I lose my eyes, I only get letters that can't go on, that I don't know how. Bad time for me came and never saw me!
I was wondering what I wanted to hear. “, he wrote among other things in this scripture.

His full Facebook text:

I wanted to tell you Buba

I'm often forgetting Bubba, and I know if it's the age I started getting rare, but the eyes are starting to grow. I'm losing sight of my doctor and I can't get away with it, because I know without looking at them, and these clinks are hanging out for me, and I think I'm lying my hand. If I lose my eyes, I only get letters that can't go on, that I don't know how. Bad time for me came and never saw me!
I was wondering what I wanted to hear.

When you were alive, you believed, you were acting, and your father was drinking and growing old every day. Whatever.
I wanted to bring the letter yesterday.
Last night, after four years, I went to a movie premiere with my mom, and I think it's the first time after Ekrem's film “The code of life” where to play the main role of the mother, where we were at the center of our attention, not our roles, but our own reform.
I wanted to tell you that Daorsa Sefaj has come from Norway to see us for You and I have walked out with him to the movies. He sat down with us until the movie started and then he went to a friend. So beautiful and so good. A lot of charm and culture. Happy Leley.
I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean... At least for your while I took Taxi because you only went to town with taxis. Strangely enough, I was surprised three times and called her after your name. It sounded like we were going together on the French movie now.
“Everything broke down tonight”
But no Bubba, we'll never play together in a movie, nor will we go to a premiere. And he has entered between us [all] and the ships have been drowned forever. And when the film began “Makbeth” where Halil Budakova's luenta, these fairies of our brotherhood, the body stays close to your mother in ABC and mind away. It was third in that night's river in Belgrade on the premiere of the film “Honey Month” of Albanian Serb production. Not for my role, that he was too young, but for you I had you with me. The whole afternoon went to your hotel room. I saw your eyes and your cheeks. You were so happy to meet them.
I don't know how many times you told me: tomorrow we're going to go father to Klinica Lorien, on Tetovo's way, and visited Dragica, that medical sister who loved you very much.
I got into the big Sava Center room with a hundred and a hundred shiques in it, and when the director called my name out on the public, when I got up, you grab your hand and don't go out, sit down!
And I really didn't. I left Goran Paschalitch,
The director of the movie, they said, where Chun lost you, I know he's here somewhere, among you.
When we went to dinner, we Albanians Yllka from Tirana and Joseph from Shkodra and West from Pristina sat apart from Serbian artists, and when I asked you why you wouldn't let me go to the public, you changed it to the said: Dad, don't let me whistle because of Kosovo.
Well, Bubba, I had my eyes fixed on the big ABC and third cinema article.
Many years back I was back and I thought I was talking to You on the phone when at night you called us from the hotel room in Berlin. That world you were going to sync the Irish movie.
I swear I was flying a river and proud of you.
But not even when I went to the Berlin Festival years after, with “The forgiveness of American blood”
My walk with Ilire Vinca of American director Joshua Marston through the red carpet, was as empty and worthless as ever.
In vain, photographers scraped their devices. I thought it was in my back, in your smoke-filled room, and I prayed to God that you could stand up and wait for me until I get back. They had begun their days of destruction for you, so Berlin was to me as it was to others.
The next day I drink coffee with Arben Zhark, the first-time producer, I dedicated that poem, which was published in the book” Tomorrow word gets late”
Red carpet ran
Tue Shiqua right left
Futile Calls for Journalists
Dying those matches
Light - Snacking Money
I get bored.
I thought I was in your room.
They smoked you.
There somewhere in the spine.
Pristina. ”
When the movie was over, the actors said their goodbyes, choked their merchandise, and took Mom to Rings, Ilir Macan. We waited for Daorsa as many times You and once again lonely, I crawled up the back.
You're gonna need something? Don't hesitate to tell me. Is Fata holding up?
O God, he's so generous!
Oh, my goodness, you know how proud I am to have 33 years!
Now I'm going to live just as many years as you remember You, that Latin should be married and grandchildren should grow up!