For the memoryless girl, for Donica that doesn't even mean two banal men

The power of Ville and Albin is creating power to stop, not create new things. You're killing memory for freedom and it's being victimized, going to every grave, not changing from vocabulary.

The freedom struggle, as the most negligible moment in Kosovo's history, is also being handled by barbarous banisters. Especially from two men dressed in power of their wives.

The taste of civilization, civil diskours, and freedom within it have no effect on them. Their discussion is lethal to freedom and citizenship. It's killing the taste of freedom. That's why they have to stop.

Vjosa, Donika and two banal men the Vjèsa and the other of Albulana are the habit of evil. They don't understand. Unless they know what happened. One of these men was even soldiers himself. The KLA, therefore its forgetfulness and post-day policy relations, is more explanatory than ignorance or non-war.

A few lines for this four. That's all they deserve. Because, He, the Great Albin, is not a subject. He's a man of trouble who has a duty to solve.

In the previous song of Iliada, in the famous Akil-Hector duel, he begs him not to maim his body before his death. The cutting of the body and the memory it represents in Greek civilization, which remained the rule of every civilization, as a guide between the living and the dead world, is anti-civilising. You're breaking up the KLA body.

The world's entire human balance, culture, freedom of memory, morality, and history itself would end in the absence of respect for freedom and those who made it overcome from captivity to freedom.

The 52% victory of the vote, for any respect that reaches this point, usually creates two effects: one is the effect of complacency, and the other is that of the need to overthrow systems.

Vjosa, Donika and the two banal men want to overturn the confession of freedom.

But he's indestructible. And that mission does not help them even the sentences they write to others.

All these nonhistoric stories, without identical prints, are the habitality of evil.

So for the two banal men and the Donica Villoa, we need a history recall. And for the silent Glauc, which I learned is the most familiar VV soft. But the disaster of his knowledge is a lack of character. It's useless. It's none of our business. Not even him.

Vjo, do you know who the KLA and LDK are?

I'm just writing to make it easier to understand.

There are times in the history of human life when history itself advises you that the overthrow of power is impossible. Looking at the history led by the LDK, Albanians were at the forefront of a monumental question: Should we continue to live by enduring discrimination, violence, and humiliation, or should something be taken to reverse that condition?

The answer was difficult. The situation had become unbearable. And change seemed impossible.

Day-to-day situation, such as getting out on the street, was enough to realize that any company to challenge the Serb oppressive system would have tragic outcomes.

Even history did not give much hope; if not that the LDK and its moral power advised us that change is impossible.

There was a poor end to the ravages' effort in the Balkan Wars, and the same desperate thing had ended during World War II.

During the Communist era, slavery and violence were a standard of living.

Vuse, Donica and you two banal men that world had lost the distinction between freedom and captivity. Therefore, very few of us loved freedom with the KLA.

Those who still loved it look down on the war. Because they loved freedom of captivity (as far as freedom may be called). They wanted to walk with the crutches that allowed Slobodan Milosevic.

You have no idea what it's like to live with dignity in the palm. You're president of the NLA. Without her war now she could have been printing letters in a Kosovo autonomy office, or working as the exile works, somewhere in any city in Europe.

While Pristina politicians were calculating as ordinary businessmen the outcome of each action, the Serbian genocide plan was moving towards realisation. Albanians were denationalising. Those who refused were displaced.

To the individual, this is tragic. For people, fatal.

In that hopeless condition, when I knew it was no longer worth, it took madness to prevent a tragedy, a friend of mine wrote that kept telling me: “U n CK was a group of crazy people who had no minimum capacity to calculate consequences, they understood nothing from the legal formulas, but they realized that the change within the created hibernation would require practical action, and they had also managed to preserve the taste of freedom”.

Things were changing. The illusions of a Serbia with Albanians inside were crumbling. And the taste of pride was slowly returning, just as the sufferer recovers after a long, hopeless illness.

But the enthusiasm created on November 28, 1997, when it first presented itself to Albanians The KLA, which carried on its shoulders the promise of freeing Albanians, needed practical shares to prove that there is nothing impossible. Not long ago, in February 1998, Chirez and Licoshan began a journey as crazy as needed. To come to the heroic Praecas and the man who would challenge the fear of death, Adam Yasar.

Now there was no going back. Ties with the captive past were being severed, and Albanians were demanding another era, a future in freedom.

The age passage was being decreed by a statement written in blood.

Meanwhile, Vjo, Pristina's political kasta continued to grieve, without realizing that peaceful co-existence and resistance had no meaning.

In fact, the KLA's “stake was KLA's cynicism, implying that there was no way in this company, making the message understood between the lines: “we say inshallah, but if you can accomplish your goal, we'll tell you machallah”. That's it, and that's it, the “contributed” to the pacifists.

But despite the fact that the caregivers were reluctant to take any step, the “mad” were determined not to stop and go all the way. Thus, the historical axioma “Lyria has roots in the blood”, the first never even dared to think of it until the second were poured out without thinking twice.

They did not expect to try the conditions because they understood, perhaps with a dose of philosophy waiting for conditions to ripen, desires would rot. The NLA prevented decaying wishes by creating conditions, without waiting for them to try.

Blood was the only fuel that could move the mother's car to get to freedom. The KLA was the only one who agreed to fight even when it was proclaimed traitors and UDB people.

Those people also endured the humiliation and insults of the moral power of those who drank Pristina's terraces. And there's exactly a number of them that built the confession to take to The Hague, 20 years after the liberation.

Vuse and Donny, The KLA showed that fear of error is more wrong than fear and that it was those who had the courage to do all the wrong, the same who achieved the perfection of freedom.

In June 1999, Kosovo was freed, freedom came, The KLA brought it in, and it became perfectly a “." But along with freedom came the understanding of the mistakes that had been made over a century. The myth of impossible freedom fell. Its realization was no longer a forbidden confession. We were living it. We were feeling it.

As a friend of mine told me, KLA with letters, reading their history, has something inferior in all of this;

“U n CK was bigger than all organization. Great because of the power that is in power. Great by wisdom, that secret is in madness. Great thanks to hope, whose approach is foolishness. Great because of love, which was hatred of itself”

Therefore, Vjo, Donica, and you two banal men, in the disk intended to stain it U n The CK is clearly seen trying to relate the fact that there was a victim and aggressor in that unequal war.

In the face of this slanderous orchestra led by you (not to boast of war), it is as if you do not remember and give the famous expression the first victim of each war is the truth.

If you read these lines because you don't understand what happened in this country, don't forget to send it to those two banal men.