Albin Kurti receives a letter from the Jacova Hospital's 7A Chamber: I'm going with grave flowers where you're choosing debates.

I thank the staff of doctors and nurses at the Gjakova regional hospital “Isa Grezda” that despite all the effort and sacrifice are facing the protection and survival of each patient. The work and effort you are making to receive the highest reward from God and patient bridges.

I thank the prime minister that there is no concern for the people, who are dying of the most basic lack of oxygen. Let's not talk about other essentials (the burdens and other therapies necessary to protect patients), as confused as the health ministers in changing political posts as they are taking time to argue and give me his opinion on the coffins of minors as if I'm giving crocodile tears.

I didn't expect the miracle of knowing our capacity, at least being close to citizens and nurses. I hope the political posts are to baptize you and your political class with the crown of those graves that Covid is filling every day.

There's a lot of silence in my room, as many friends and friends have lost my fight with Coddy. Late one night, we talked about midnight about when we were gonna get out of these and we're gonna have coffee together, and we're going to hug each other for doing it, but unfortunately I have to go with flowers to the grave where you're choosing the loving prime minister debates.

Maybe my scripture that I'm giving you isn't going anywhere, but at least don't forget that late at night, the sky hears the groanings and moans of these people who are here and that everything will come back to this life.

From Gjakova Regional Hospital “