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It says: Fatlum Sadiku Ramabaja is an epitom of the Albanian historical fatigue in order to interfere in the non-stop, invisibility and intentional river of history. Intervention in the form of finding an imperfect as time and as a job. Always for the Albanian rule like Ramabaja there is something that has not been accomplished. Something has been left [...]
It says: Fatlum Sadiku
Ramaba is an epitom of the Albanian historic fatigue in the face of the unhindered, insignificable and intentional river of history to intervene. Intervention in the form of finding an imperfect as time and as a job. Always for the Albanian rule like Ramabaja there is something that has not been accomplished.
Something's been left in half, something left unfinished with itself. Unfinished on us, by us, and that should be finished for us, even with external masochisms, so with the other person's hand, that it does not even mention it. In Ramabaya's case, this is about the freedom from the yoke of an identity match, the process he's stuck with, but that he as divinely curable is entrusted with some sort of simonication along the way to let me know, the way in which he sees some personal historical devision, some guarantee of his mother's story to his piemtonsk commitment: to realise himself by realizing the nation, according to his plans.
So that the nation itself would do according to its prefigurement. All of a sudden Ramaba forgets that by wanting to become champion of new horizons, it's becoming champion in the design of viscious-walled vision; he forgets that his party's aspiring is the building of the Albanian political, not the culturally controlled, designed by idealist policies and oriential based FORCH; he forgets that his party's aspiring is not about building up political, not about having anyone out of cultural control, depreceptators, as far as we're with the unpretentation of the unpretentistical, the anti-fictions of Kosovo/AhRS, and the world's freedom of the nation has already found out that it's unpreciency and that it's unfortations to be done by its use of its own prolodefections, but that we've done it's in the most subtle and that it's in its own ability to do it's, and that we's in the most subtlet-humans, and that it's of its own ability to use of its own prophy-dephy-humanities of its own In the realm of thought, this changes the image of a police officer of all commissioner trends: people are pointed to the station, the way to letters of legalisation over historical errors resulting from office cooler.
In fact, this relationship of the Albanian with the invisible, such as time and work, constitutes a tendency to witness antihistorically in Albanians, which is much deeper than a church scratch. That's because it's self-scraping, snooping from the village, scraping from the body, scraping from the flour into yesterday's flour, and digging into today's, snooping by the name, scraping from the embroidery of grandfather and grandfather (just thinking of a child's voicebal) as I killed my grandfather in the village, and turning the appointment of cybalʹgeʹ into some kind of cynicismismism that the Semurbans chose for their next resorts) of a good day to the Catholic soldier in front of the school; so not just a few years ago. It is a pleasure to make a commitment to the self - deception that I supposedly progress by discerning and isolating myself, not to change naturally and without developing actively. If we want to take the identity of our fellow countrymen out of sight with a bite ofhhhhthhh... just as in the case when from the high stairs of a river the flow of the river, is this not exactly an attack on the nation's perceived quality and quantum order? If we take out a piece of butter or the same butter form, it's enough to shrink it all the time. Do we risk being spent on the ongoing fence of truth “) ”?
If Ramaba thinks that the Albanian nation has defeated the family, then why are we still ruled by our uncle and grandson? Or is it not the party's primary engagement party exit from this stage of formation and body? If Ramaba thinks the resurgent project is one of which Kosovo Albanians have been voluntarily modernised and wrong. The awareness of the reborns among us entered with the fascist invasion, and next time in the 1970s, thanks to Tito-Ever's political and diplomatic machines. In Kosovo there has been modernisation through Yugoslavia, not through the rilindians. The lesson for the reborns without Ramabaja's evil, much more has been recorded thanks to Yugoslavia-Albania agreements (and ideological contour done to these teachings), rather than sacrifice.
In short, much more has been an ideological development of the state that imprisoned Ramabaya than sacrifice or willingness to flee Islam. The fact that Sadri Ramabaya does not hold a dills and plis today stems from the fact that we were paradoxically modernised by the state that Ramabaya kept in prison and not because they followed the Relyinated Trust, but this is not what Rambaja says, because he agrees with such hands, according to him, the least criminalist in Yugoslavia. Clear. Toumlin says it beautifully: modernity has its hidden agent. Thanks to Yugoslavia, Ramabaa has replaced modernisation as well. And yet I have serious doubts about whether Ramaba can deal with even the most tired Hindu intellectual, who holds a cap.
Sadri Rambaya: The region where we retire is between the Adriatic and the Black Sea, between the Tisa River and Meterani. It's called the Balkans. Not Scandinavian, France, Germany, or Benelux countries. There's a story of its own, actually mixed stories of ethnicity that have lived alongside each other to live together and fight. Take it or leave it. There wasn't any, there wasn't a skhaca, there was no reason for Albanians to be your image. The world that created the Enlightenment barely wet Austria and Poland, leaves Kamenica with it. And above all, the world that created the Enlightenment fought a seismic war against Catholicism. And neither time nor business will flow in the favor of what's becoming a Renaissance on a Christian project. The alignment in the hours of the National Renaissance at a time when lots of water flowed under the bridges of that event, even bringing the cursor of resurgeon to a cattolic climate, let alone what is “progress” (how this term likes it), but the mother of retrograde: calling from the first Istics 150. V LIFE, which today is culturally original (see depoliticization! And the trick that emerged from the complexes) to find rest in a religion that was born before Islam itself and that was always looking under the range of “progress” more captive than it did.
Sadri Ramabaya! Kadare is not a civilization historian. No science in Cultural History. Take for your god's letter, forgive him. But I'm sure you understand that if we were conceived by the peemonesque taleist of fathers in the nation, now 150 years would bring at least one figure legalized by them. And that still hasn't happened to us. So if you don't put any legitimate Islamic figures together, if you don't make us some kind of religiously neutral figure, you'll know that even the crypto-Cristian call doesn't conceive us. We don't. There must be something glorifying, not headlined, in identity and orientation issues, that makes us not blind but humble and tolerant followers. It's useless.










