Kimete Berisha taunts Edi Rama: Which organ are you feeling the pain for Serbia

Publicist Kimete Berisha has reacted after a statement by Albanian Prime Minister Edi Rama, where she says she feels Serbia's pain in partitioning Kosovo. Rama said that this pain is felt in the heart, statements Berisha does not believe in, while asking which organ the Albanian prime minister actually feels the pain. Writing [...]
Publicist Kimete Berisha has reacted after a statement by Albanian Prime Minister Edi Rama, where she says she feels Serbia's pain in partitioning Kosovo.
Rama said that this pain is felt in the heart, statements Berisha does not believe in, while asking which organ the Albanian prime minister actually feels the pain.
Berisha's complete scripture:
Watch out for your annoying soul!
Why are you crying? Edi Rama is saying that you're feeling Serbia's pain, that you feel nothing about a man alive, not feeling Vucic's pain over partitioning Kosovo.
Did they say you want Leonardo da Vinci dead rather than the Albanian alive?
When you can feel Vucic's pain when he doesn't feel his pain.
What are you feeling that Platonic pain with?
Tell me. Come on!
What organ?
I felt you pain in the ass.
The pain melts your fat.
Before your heart died for Vucic, he wanted your heart to cry out to you, that before he tried to separate Kosovo from Serbia, he had put the Albanian for dividing Kosovo from Albania.
You're suffering together, and you're all going to stop, and I'm crying about Vucic, because love has never seen the fight, nor has it, since wanting to be rational and mutual, big, like yours, an example of human love.
Control his emotions, boss. Don't cause us grammatical nerves.
You've been able to interact with Vucic with diplomacy, Stoically, without freedom.
Why don't you just give him another poem of his pain, that by drawing him to grief, because the strong colors upset him, and then Vucic in your painting seemed happy for the division of Kosovo.
But you don't have us. Understand! There you go. Because we're Christians, like those Western-Spaghett lovers, we can barely take the door, we get caught by the hair, we get excited, you love us.
First we get together, then we have to.
Love too is taught as a mother - in - law.
Like those poems you like so much, it feels like you wrote them yourself.
P.S. I'm gonna go deeper and talk about that idioticism you said (that you might not shake the hearts of the Serbs, you're letting me down), that's what you're saying.
Albania does not want to join Kosovo.
I'm getting deeper for this reason:
Most of the time I'm not written against Eddie Rama. You can't imagine how many men he asked me to write well for him.
Therefore, dear readers, you notice for yourself that the pencil (when it comes to Eddie) is bad for the intruders, but only until another decision (when I'm convinced that it's bad for them, and I'm good for them.
One day I saw Pandeli Majko in front of the Ministry of Culture.
I said, come on, look now when I hear about Eddie Rama, but no. Pandey's coming around a lot, and he's blocking the road with his jeep: are you going with us right now to join us in front of the building, did he open up business or did he give you love for Kosovo (and love for love?)
That, I got off the subject.










