Waiter, a beer, please drink while I forget Goran Bregovitch.

Writes by journalist Sonia Mecho

According to her, Albanians are being overlooked with the debate on the Serbian singer, to forget other scandals.

Sonia's Writing

To wake up and start the day, the most basic process in human life, has become a challenge.

Because in those gaps between waking up and starting each one is given permission to events around and away, inevitable ritual since social networks tied us to knots behind them. <What happens to our brain in those moments is the irreversible invitation for anxiety and panic:

The fires overflow, they swallow up the living unto thy house, and thou art alone, and no country: only the Lord and the neighbour with tools is merciful. Delta comes from every side with a screaming disorientation, the world shuts down, vaccines must be done, but the plus delta challenges them, and a God knows how many times we'll get to understand; free movement conditioned in dozens of forms in every corner of the world, but it hurts a little more in the place where more than half the population lives abroad and the soul will suffer in every family for the absence of a loved one.

Then the concern for your health begins and gets confused with a Balkan collide, which releases only hatred of yours, the other Albanian. She will sing Bregovic in Korca, as by chance following the tripolar agreement between Albania, Serbia and Macedonia and denied from Kosovo, Montenegro and Bosnia, for an open Balkans.

And it's still like the tutkun, getting involved in the debate or going through the next news where the UN report on global warming and climate change that approached a decade of apocalypse.

Even wanting to worry about what threatens the everydayness of your loved ones, without going to the big world, does not let the threats of whose offerings should make the state and draw us close to Europe after you have given them the vote against those who spoil the level of reports with huge Balkan authoritarians.

And as you get ready to get out of bed and get into the shower that the sweats of a boiler vat coupled with the anxiety from the information battery have broken you off without starting real trouble with children, bills, parents and loans, you remember it's just August, months off, that September is only two weeks away.

That all of this bellamah with fire, pandemic, Vocicara Coastovica, with ambassadors and conspiracies, with threats and debts, with obedient soldiers and government issued with the teeth of anyone who makes opposition even beyond that official, with opposition due to elections, with major dilemmas between the historic leader of the strategic partner, while Albania goes bankrupt...<

So all of this zallamahy that's just filling your crevices out of bed in the bathroom is just a little bit of a September break that nobody's gonna think, for at least two weeks, that otherwise he's gone crazy.

Now take a deep breath, clear the system for a few moments, and let your brain cool down... but in 10 seconds it's a big step towards mental health, but when you resume, don't open the network... there are fines that are made up of your reading, pathologically loathing, that don't have the cermerren and time you give them a hint of life, that you can accept that you can't, or that you can submit, or you can put every hour into the next of your power, while you've got a massive anxiety.

And all of this from bed to bathroom, before the start of the day, in that melon that we dip in our lives with the dishes the PR masters cook. This is the fiercer threat than fires, pandemic, the Open Balkans, the closed world, global warming, corruption and debt -- that is, the greatest threat is taking social attention and conscience from marketing some.

“Camarier, a beer please, drink while I forget Bregovic...”