Around the Family Flag

The murder of a 14-year-old in Kamenica by his father's hand has had to do with the choice that Turgenyev made a century and a half ago. The term nepotism, or familiarity, is also indisputable. There's also accidentally a link with the abuse of the author's aunt of these lines, in the 1957 distant from her husband, who was sold from his uncle. The year they marked Rankovic's villainy, as an experienced case, neither today nor then can blame affect Yugoslav power. That's because the one who had done the human sale was and it's the Albanian monster. The Albanian sold his 17-year-old granddaughter for money to slowly eliminate the deceased brother's family. There's an unfortunate connection to such a kind of growth, where no longer than 30 years ago, finds Gjergj Rarapin, one of the founders of the Cup of Sociology at UP, confused in a family mess with today's UPI Rector, Marjan Demaj, on issues... It's hard to deal with me and the outcry I left behind with my mother before I got to this Internet Cafe...

Today, 30 years after the political outcry, with status and autonomy; with integration and independence; with Rugovian spirit and commanders; with V LAN of Vetevendosje has been conducting high school, bitching family in front of Pristina, saying something beyond a mathematical tautology. In fact, you've blown the truth, you know, but swallowed. You've got your unwanted condom.

And that's just that bad news, signaling the return of political apathy, restoring public space into mute space. Regaining the sense of self - determination and abandoning everything beyond the personal and family dilemma. News that conveyed the dictate of human and political activity by survival and inexplicable, vital and political vitality from human, civic and political activity. “Provinca is the sleeping soul of the relationship” said Serbian scholar Radomir Konstantinovic in 1969, while announcing that Yugoslav society had not yet surpassed the family stage. Prior to that, I enjoyed the discussion of this author from Enver Hasan in a beautiful, intense and analistic writing, which was actually more like an anamese of the country's last four-year political years, the oath in many ways even after the war. Short-term joy. All of a sudden Enver Hasan himself swore to him right up to the Nerology department, where I am with my mother, and directly or indirectly contacted the doctor he was looking for, without waiting in order. What he had criticised in writing was stepped on to do, even though it carries heavy weight to the point that neither Enver nor Hasan nor Fatum nor Sadiku can escape the cycle of being, or the fact that it prevents man's human existence - family.

And I'm desperately day-to-day, I see loud voices that seem to surrender to fate. I see studios as they wonder that the WindG is known only for family difficulties and family studies, but I find it on the streets too. Big shake for Wesley Clark and Tony Blair who's almost 20 summers old. Well, yeah! The Way has been the truth of this mile, and the carpenter will likely remain...

...the heads at the end of Bazrov's drowning, like the death of the Cannica minor, look like the real end of a string that Pushkin uses somewhere in the middle of his poem: “there was noise”. Was he really not the poor victim of a loud life that characterizes us in all this postwar? Dodydo! In a difference, if in Russians Turgenyev shuts down Pushkin, we can't even write to the unfortunate minority. There's no one to do the atheosis of his death, which is actually Vanitje generation. That's because we only produce Albatros.