Kosovo philosopher meets in Pristina with three Portugueses: You think of them as Iraqis or Syrians coming from war

Latifi writes that after seeing them on the road near the Albanological Institute, he was given the impression that <x0 were Syrians or Iraqis. ”

He even adds that one of them had a head tied to a bandage, which was a blood stained “.” Latif believes he was injured.

I asked the wounded: “What's with the wounds? He answered with a disabled English: The Mafia attacked me! Who are the Mafia? I asked him again. We're Portuguese! It was his answer. Of course he was lying to me because everything on their faces, their bodies and behavior was saying they were coming from war zones in Syria or Iraq. Latife, though not telling what really helped him identify them as Syrians or Iraqis, not Portuguese, writes Periscope.

Mr. Latifi is also known as a strong critic of Muslim religion, and he has often clashed severely with various Muslims in this regard.

Furthermore, the Kosovo philosopher says that on their faces he saw an entire people's fall from the ruthless sectarian war for power, which has now lasted for nine years”. Even then he does not reveal what he actually showed him the destruction of a people only by the faces of three young men.

The following is his full status:

An Unexpected Appointment

On the road near the Albanological Institute, I happened to see three young people who at first glance gave me the impression that they were Syrians or Iraqis. They seemed to be between 20 and 25. One of them had a head bound with a bandage that was stained by blood. One of his hands was also bandaged. Clearly, he was injured. They had stopped on the sidewalk and were confused and frightened. They gave you the impression that they had no idea where they were and where they had to go. Probably some smuggler brought them there. I asked the wounded man, "What's wrong with you? Answer me in half English: The Mafia attacked me! Who are the Mafia? We are Portuguese! Of course he was lying to me because everything on their faces, their bodies and behavior was saying they were coming from war zones in Syria or Iraq. The younger man began to fear my presence, so I stopped talking and left. When I had already left about 100 meters of them, I turned my head around to see them. They kept standing there. They were probably waiting to meet a police officer who would send them to a centre for foreigners who enter Kosovo illegally. Their faces were well reflected in the destruction of an entire people by the ruthless sectarian power struggle that is now lasting nine years. I was also reminded of hundreds of Kosovars, who were driven by filthy salaphic mercenaries, left their country and went to be killed in that meaningless war, leaving behind only the stain of self-defence and the place they belonged to.