Invited by Special, Shukri Buya leaves for The Hague

His daughter confirmed that, through the social Facebook network, she wrote a touching text about her father.

Shukri Buya has been one of the leading leaders for Nerdois.

Here's a full post:

Dad!

Today I'm feeling powerless and I'm afraid I'm even more confident that it's still out today.

First sun, you were led by another way! The way your chest is still fresh from the wounds of Liberty!

First of all, every time I show my name, it seems to me that you're embracing me in the same hug as the day you left with this Earth behind the back door and left Mom, Vallon, me and the little party!

I didn't find any strength to embrace him as rams, like when the Trims come back from Free Earth, because no free land is missing Heroes!

And you're my hero, you're my blood, you're a Freedom Soldier with whom freedom by now you're taking charges together in your travel towards what we call “Judge “.

Every step you take towards that speaker, Dad knows that your roots are in the blood that slips through your dick, and you're the hero of the song, the Kosovo of Adam Yasar and I kiss your forehead!

Freedom, blood, bravery, they never lose, if anyone forgot!

Dad's saying that today is your travel day, I know that you're this cool eyebrow and you're going to be powerless in front of this mess we're going to go through, but this time we're going to say together the song when you get back!

Dad, I'm convinced the world's gone. There's a lot of injustice, blood, weapons, war, disease! Like you said with birds, with sunshine, with joy and song!

But you're right when you say things happen in life to grow Dinjinet, not mind! Dad, how could I not have been you like that?

You're my hero and my pain, you're my first step, you're pride, you're Dijti!

You're an honor, the oath of the oath is also the Albanian man who doesn't fear them unjustly, you're the one who killed himself who got away with it!

Let's just wait for the white page like you were, the first pillar of the Freedom Street founding!

The three golden letters of KLA you never lost your strength. They've been carved and never slaughtered.

Whoever has forgotten how much blood this Arberean land has drunk... let them return to the past... before you swore on the flag... you swore on your own... and you're the only ones who witnessed the pure war of this earth!

Good father, clear the path of Right, Poor Dertin, long fat!

Never found a name this day, as if it had lasted for decades, your heart as big as all of Kosovo, does not burden injustice!

We wait for you, your nephew Epicurus awaits you with his hands, along with his visa.