Kimete Berisha comes with exciting writing for diaspora

Publicist Kimete Berisha says the exiles for him are holy.

She says that every house built by exiles, for her, is a church and glass.

Read the complete scripture:

Falled by two chairs!

Whenever you feel alone, serial numbers, inferiors and noncompetents, divided into two cultures. Neither that way nor this way.

) In Kosovo they make you feel tough, and delayed. Kurbetcar is destined to feel permanent grief in his soul. And since frustration has no limits, when the fornicator falls, says Selman Rushdie, it falls from two chairs, from the leprechaun, and from the native.

After the Jews, Albanians are the second people in the world to love their homeland in an organized way. There's such organized love in the world. This dimension of love is magical and unintelligible. It is godly love that grows from far away.

That's why Albanian obsession with the country needs to be studied.

For me, the Albanian diaspora is sacred (that is, love that surpasses the Bible), because it only gives and takes nothing from its homeland.
They build houses in their homeland, live in exile. Every house for me is a mosque, it's a church, it's a sacred place.
They plant love in the backyard, plant flowers and roses with wine, plant pines and trees that do not plant them for themselves, that they go from here, do not wait for them to see where they grow, do not wait for them to eat for themselves, or rest in their shade.

I feel like micro-curbetsare though I live 40 miles from home. Every time I go to Mitrovica near my childhood home, my legs are broken on two knees when I break up with my family and return home, I always come back crying.
Because, every distance is a distance, there is no great and small distance to the soul.
Because every division is death.
Because you never know if you'll come home again.

To be disgusted with the hand of bread - a curse to you.

To insult the sweat of workers who never get enough sleep is a great sin.

You spoil the rest of those who never rest just once a year when they come to Kosovo is a crime;

) To be unjust to the upset-don't ask about you;

Let's say (as I hear many Albanians) that kurbets drive fast and cause accidents, that means you're not religious ( you're folk religion and unconscious), because religion doesn't know the accident. Islam says that no one dies without an exhiel and that death is written and cannot be avoided.

To say they sell minds, it's stupid, because we're the ones who sell our minds, and they're the sponsors of our arrogance.
About 1 billion euros per year enter from the diaspora in Kosovo to whisper to us and boost our minds (exclude Iphon, technique and wardrobe).

To say that they don't love Kosovo more than we do is a huge logical mistake, because all the money they've brought to Kosovo, and all the money Kosovo has, you're never doing anything but being a philosopher.

To say they wear tasteless, it's not true. They don't have complex and dress to feel comfortable in their bodies.
Plus, they dress up and look good.

I don't have any family members on my schedule. I would become the first of her whores, and I would love to, for there is also a perpetual commodity in my womb, though with her two feet she walks in it.
It's a mystical love, like the mother who has her baby in her hands, and while she hugs her, she feels homesick about it, like she's afraid she's getting by her hand.

P.S. My heart hurts when I know they fall off two chairs and always stand up to fall back.
There's a lot of them that don't have anybody here, nobody's expecting them, they come to visit their memories and graves.
Whenever the end of the summer comes, Kosovo bathes in tears. I've seen you, you know. Every embrace of separation with loved ones is experienced as the last embrace.