Historical photograph, Nor Enver Hoxha did George Kastriot Skenderbeun

In the publication of the photograph, Mane illustrated how Hoxha's coffin, which he said was also considered a hero in Albania at the time, was placed under the feet of the national hero.

He did so after yesterday's reactions to the coverage that took place on Skenderbe's statue during the public prayer of Kurban Bajrami.

Even Enver Hoxha, the dictator who 41 years straight was considered the West in this country, never covered the glory and statue of great Gjergj Kastriot. There was neither ass nor cake, Enver because he knew that from generation to generation in the veins and veins of every Albanian woman flowed with the blood and the elixir of national pride. It's a blessed pride from God directly without any proof or reference from priests or rebel hojagates”, writes Mane, among other things.

Read his full reaction:

HOTOPHRAPHHYTORIC/ AS ENVER HOXHA DO NOT THE GERGUE CESTRIO STRENVIEW!

Yesterday, until late last night it became a reputation here on my Facebook page. Burning viral arguments that occasionally attacked and sometimes protected the national hero Skenderbe. Curses, confessions, persecutions, speculations, threats, groupings, discoverys, friendship and hostility that descend from the Albanian mind and through neurons ordered the upper limbs to touch keyboards of computers and mobile phones, pouring out rage and dangerous prejudices. I saw here on my cheek yesterday how hypocritical we were when it was about God and country. Yesterday was Kurban Bajrami and my facebook -- my blood-tempered sperm revising murder or virtual bullshit why a piece of Albanians prayed in Skenderbe Square, and another part cursed why they had thrown over a national hero stock.

In fact, to be conscious and modest, I started yesterday's debate. The photo that a reader sent me from 7 a.m., kept about 3-4 hours to verify the situation. I waited in vain to respond to familiar media that had journalists, cameramen and photo-registers in the square but in vain. I wrote in a hard language to attach to the Muslim Community, which this time had been cynical and unfriendly. The frontal part of the Skenderbeu statue was deliberately covered by two big screens such as to share a high, cold and black wall with the Albanian congregation with the faithful. I was followed by writer Acka and scholar Lame and then as usual all the lazy journalism around and over the border not only stole the news but also the photo. Still stealing on marked days like Kurban Bajrami, everything is forgiven, but I cannot tolerate the impassionation excuses of the Tirana Star Gurra imam, who dared to ask for public forgiveness and distributed as much of the garbage and TV technicians as to the curses and threats he had received in the morning but made them public at dinner after the debate broke. Yesterday, the Albanian Muslim community had acted insidiously and retaliatoryly, not in the names of thousands of faithful, but in the wake of a foreign export attempt to replace the country's tolerant and traditional peacemaker Islam. Backed by silence and by politics, with the hope that thousands of faithful people understand thousands of votes every two years, yesterday all these codes failed. They failed to borrow a television show or an opinionist fearing that religious division is initiated in this country...

After 2 p.m., the virtual rowing disappeared. Milet, in the first religion, Muslim and Christian were locked up in their homes and began to rip up the roast meat of the offering. Hangren too much, and then they toast with beer and brandy. They became so wood they started beating women and children. As soon as the Christian woman fell asleep, she went to weep over the plight of her Muslim neighbor, and the Muslim woman stripped herself, she sat in front of her laptop, opened the sky, and was proving through the video to an old Christian friend living in Italy.

After they fell asleep, the men dressed up, ran away, got dirty and went down to the neighborhood mud, and as they gambled with shock <x0).

That's an important point. Today I'm going to illustrate another historic picture of April 1985. When dictator Enver Hoxha died, (the wildest spot on these sides, the one who founded the church and glass, who declared Albania the first and only place on Earth) the coffin with his body was placed in Skenderbej Square under the feet of the national hero. Even Enver Hoxha, the dictator who 41 years in a row was considered a god in this country, never covered the glory and statue of great Gjergj Kastriot. There was neither ass nor cake, Enver because he knew that from generation to generation in the veins and veins of every Albanian woman flowed with the blood and the elixir of national pride. It's a blessed pride from God without any proof or reference from priests or rebellious hojaries!