Alma Lama doesn't talk about ambassador post, publishes a poem of despair

Lama on her official page published poetry “In wrestling...” by author Rugiard Kipling.

Kipling's poetry is depressing in which suggestions appear that the author as a father directs to his son so that he can become “

Whether Lama has dedicated this poem to President Thaci is unknown, following his decision on her dismissal.

According to Kipling, the man's dog makes up the values, freedom, and will to view every step of our existence as a walk toward something new.

Otherwise, it became known today that President Hashim Thaci has made the decision to sack Lama on November 23rd.

Mrs. Diplomat's Diplomat Mission requires withdrawal. Alma Lama, ambassador/Shefe of the Kosovo Republic Diplomatic Mission in the Republic of Italy. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Kosovo is being charged with taking all necessary actions to implement this decree. The decree comes into force in the date of the signing”, wrote in the decree signed by the president of Kosovo.

Lama was in charge of work in the post of Kosovo Ambassador to Italy in 2016, following the ruling coalition achieved between the LDK and the PDK, on cerrast, then deputy Alma Lama, had given the vote to make President Hashim Thaci.

It was reported that Lama's post will follow the former Kosovo Ambassador to Italy, Beauty Gjonbalaj.

Periscope brings you full poetry Lama has distributed on Facebook:

In wrestling...

If you can preserve the reason when the world loses its start

It's your fault to throw it to yourself to believe,

Whenever they doubt you, how many times they begin,

But even doubts to judge...

that you may be vigilant with eager expectation,

or when hatred is tender, don't be grieved,

And that you should not speak to any falsehood.

The easy way with them before you fight...

you can think but not to destruction,

To dream but not as a slave of dreams.

And you treat a kind of indiscriminately,

The winner of defeat, the source of fraud...

And be patient, for what you say is just.

In snares, the fools turn you,

see the most expensive stuff broken

and yet you build with useless tools

in your labors which you have won,

like gambling with one game,

to risk and again to start and

The loss never to mention.

You can force them to muscle, nerve and pulse and heart.

And they serve thee when all things seem vain,

to stay when you have nothing but will.

That only one word, “focus”, always says...

You can talk to bastards, but your honor to guard

Do you want to join the king without pride that blinds you...

If enemy or friend can make you suffer

And everyone appreciates it, but only what it deserves.

in the can you fill the minutes

by the weighing things heavy,

Know it, and have no doubt.

that yours will be the world with everything inside

And a man will be, my son.

Rugiard Kipling