Rama with special congratulations: Hashim hugs, I'm with you for this birthday under the fucking ceiling.

He has said that Thaci and Kosovo's history are one and that he is continuing in The Hague to be sacrificed for his country and people, Klan Kosova reports. For God you know how long yet! But I still want to congratulate you today on your birthday, from far away and with the pain of being unable to hear your voice making fun of your life on the phone, but believe me, feeling closer to you than ever before”

“Eh, it has been written that you and the history of Kosovo should be one, in suffering and joy, a formidable symbiosis among a man devoted to his country, as an unconditional love and a country that tests it to the extreme. 20 years are too much for man, but for history it's like a day and during this day you've experienced birth in the dark, childhood in the dark dawn, youth in hot morning mixed with the smell of friends' blood, happy lunch and triumphs, manhood in the long afternoon of walking through Kosovo amid wounds, troubles and hopes, and now stops at dusk with the twilight that is like a false dawn in Kosovo. And here, symbiosis with the history of your land, you've been assigned to prove by your absence that lie, as you face the high mountain of lies that your sacred destiny has temporarily placed between you and your Kosovo in this deep twilight”.

Rama has also discovered a conversation among friends he had had with Thaci about the war.

You have once shown me how you count the stars so that you don't fall asleep through the paths of war, when you were a shadow looking for your enemies and your people! And now I suppose you should be looking for stars through the low ceiling that looks so much like today's Kosovo sky. But knowing the hardness of the material you're cooking with, it's not impossible for me to imagine the invincible patience with which you can keep that humiliating ceiling on yourself without bending your imagination body”

I don't know how long the night before my dear friend, but what I know the same as the sunlight on Tirana today is that dawn will come again, for you and for Kosovo. You know, brother, the years until dawn are minutes for history, but not for human life locked in human cynicism within the four walls, and I try to imagine how hard it is for you to walk, not just on the streets of the forests of Kosovo. But you didn't do anything you did, you grew up and became a husband and father, but you never had anything to do with it but be a puppet of your fortune in the same way with Kosovo”

So forgive me if this wish of mine, despite my soul, that even 100 years of being healthy and with whom your heart loves, it's not a smile, but I see the great God, don't complain to your destiny, nor ask for anything else, because as cynical as it may seem, there was no way for Kosovo to smile again when the night leaves the place of the new day!
And I'm there, with you tonight, when you remember the past toasts in the family, for this unhappy birthday under the fucking ceiling!