7 minutes agoLatifi relates how the shots were fired at the Precaze of Adam Jashar after the death of Bellman Morina
Periskopi(6 years ago)
(6 years ago)A video at which the moment of the death of Albania's top official during the time of Yugoslavia was released last night. It's Mr. Morina. Morina was seen until she was under cardiac arrest during a meeting of the Communist Party in Kosovo. Kosovo Professor from Prekazi, Blerim Latifi, has confessed how Betman Morina's death [...] was expected in Prekaz.
Kosovo Professor from Prekazi, Blerim Latifi, has confessed how Betman Morina's death since then hadn't enjoyed great respect in Prekaz.
It was the evening when the news of his death was heard [Rrahman Morina].” began to confess Latifi. An unprecedented joy had erupted everywhere. The most hated man of those years, the greatest traitor, as adults called him, no longer lived. ” he continues.
It later shows how the Albanians of Prekazi, the village of Adem Jashar, had begun firing guns into the air for joy.
Adults did not hide great joy and hope that tomorrow things would get better. The joy and hope of that night have departed with him. There were no more collective joys, and the hope that things would soon change waned. There was no shooting. By the end of December 1991, when police failed to arrest Adam Yasar in his home.” ) writes, among other things, Latifi.
Below you have full status of Mr. Latif:
How did the news of the death of Qendman Morina get met in Prekaz?
The media release of images from the death of Behemman Morina reminded me of an event that day. It was evening when news of his death was heard. An unprecedented joy had erupted everywhere. The most hated man of those years, the greatest traitor, as adults called him, no longer lived. When night fell, gun shots began. They were heard everywhere. Along with some of our neighborhood companions, we stayed in the sokka and pepperWe used to see where the shooting came from and who was shooting the adults did not hide the great joy and hope that tomorrow things would get better. The joy and hope of that night fled with him. The next day, several police cars, in a demonstration of force, sped through the floor. It was a time of humidity and deep footsteps left in fields and meadows, not long ago. For years. There were no more collective joys, and the hope that things would soon change waned. There was no shooting. Until the end of December 1991, when police failed to arrest Adam Yashhar in his home.
