A Crown for Political Fuebra

Two-hour shows, including in Albania. His announcement, Cosotovacentrick, how do you know who? Reactions up to Pandeli Majko and Mirla Godbaro. No invited Mitrovicas -- why this week's biggest protagonist -- passed over the half century in Mitrovica, today a deserted country. No guest witness. No record checked, or shared with the public, why all available by just one click. No letter on the fact that the condemnation decision came from EULEX, as if to create the climate that the sentence was inappropriate (by the same people who revile EULEX why they are catching commanders!) But wait for it. Presentation as a moderate elite, a member of the northern Serbs (a minimum untruth 17 years), and a fully formal nine-year sentence. All in the end, even religious attributes, such as the retort (from Naim Rashit) as well as a request for homazhe, from the Albanian political corpse that found the Serb physical corpse grieving.

This was the balance of reporting on the murder of Oliver Ivanovic, the man who killed my precipice with fellow criminals. The report that finally exceeded any kind of parameter called by that name, to return to the daily discussion and quote McLuhan and his opinion on the media, even in the message. Death that happened to be only 24 hours between that of Jonuz Musliu, a name of The KLA in the Valley, death that didn't even approach the well. And let's not talk about the 40 million we paid for 18 years so that the olivers can have lights to clear their weapons. So not only the selection of death, but also the framing and distilizing of man who even indirectly agreed to be involved in what was accused of. What I just said can be released from his interview with the New York Times, just a week after the February 3rd and 4th 2000 massacre in the north of the city, when 10 Albanians were killed, dozens more were injured and thousands were expelled.

Very bad things happened. I cannt support that, but just ask that you understand it. I was feeling very angry too that night. Very bad things have happened. I can't support what happened, but I ask you to understand. I was very angry that night.

Here. Ivanovic says his organization is subject to explaining all the Albanians from the current side of the entity in order to make it all Serbian, because it would allow more attacks from Albania. (Z. Ivanovic says organisation rejects E deployment ALL Albanians from the northern part and the total Serbisation of that part, since this would lead to more frequent attacks by Albanians. Interview link: http://www.nytimes.com/2000/02/10/world/Serbians-source-afge-attack-in-Kosovo-cytml

See? A man who first seeks an understanding of murder, since he himself has been angry, who secondly says he opposes the deportation of all Albanians. Human advertising number and contracting opport. Not everyone... because it might look... Unlike who would feel, right? That's all I was counting on, that 12-year-old world liberal Ivanovic. And for it, the Albanian political mortage.

For the man I feared without seeing, since we had no TV. In fact, for eleven months, July 1999, I only saw it once -- at the municipality in the south of the city, when some Albanian journalists were dating “Oli, Oli”, respectively, while he was being foolish with flowing Albanian. The massacre of February 3rd and 4th is an unbroken scar in my life. My friend Mina saw her mother with her intestines pulled out by morning when she gave up. Mina herself was injured. My roommate, Lion, Milan Ivanoviqi, a doctor with a vow of Hippocrates, kills his wounded mother in the operating room. My age, Your Honor, you were removed from the bomb from the seat to the heel. In fact, until I read the interview above, I have had a tendency to believe that on February 3 and 4, 2000, at least he didn't kill, because in the north there was a strong international presence, and as an interlocation with the internationals that it was, I suppose he didn't allow himself all that comfort and lottery action. So I believed that he was responsible only for the events of April 1999. But after the interview, I suspect even 2000. And it hurts even more because it's happening to him that we're forgiving both the war and the postwar, even looking for ungodly.

Homazhe! For the man who lost three half-years, and the lifeline with math, since I was unable to learn fractions, because I completely developed the sixth grade. I have been given grades since then in math. For the man who blinded my father from the purpose of life's recovery, he turned his self-preservative xenomanes into survivors. That's because when we went out to buy a map, we only spoke Serbian, smiling like prisoners, so they knew who we are and what we are. Or as she puts it: we knew they knew. For the man we went out with, we couldn't even talk Turkish, since we were warned by our neighbor, Uncle Tahir, that he knows Turkish.

For the man who turned himself into unfortunate objects, unworthy of even violence. For the man who made my father bite when he's got an English word. For the man who influenced me to stop slipping in the snow, in the cold of 99, and ever since I tried to slip with a tea picture, like the only remaining Albanian kid in the neighborhood, I was kicked hard by a Serbian barab, who cursed my mother, Turkish and Albanian. For the man who, when Ilir Deda's uncle or so, had to exercise to say that I don't speak Albanian, because she was deaf and spoke out loud (Ilar Deda sure knows about the expulsion of Aunt Didare, even her wrongdoing in 2000 but silent). For the man who made my dog fit only into gun toys, which I accidentally lost one eye.

Political capture, let him pay tribute to his political twilight. Don't be angry that Ferid Agani has survived politically than himself. If you want your jam with classical music, we order it to Shopen's Marche funebra. Just let his Serbofil delta express it into translations in Belgrade and not hurt our wounds. Even the followers of political captivity, caotics who alter the aggregate condition from rigid to amorphous and liquid to the tired semurban and chaotic sweat in cultural hell, let them instruct their complexes elsewhere. Criminals will remain criminals forever, and history will register as such.

Finally, I have broken through without renegotiating the head: I have no idea how he will react when Azem Syla is released. At least I don't. If I didn't fight for anything, Nazim Haradinaj, and no other weapons if they celebrate his release, including ministers.