Yeah. EPIC STATING: Infective nurse sends her letter that Albin Kurti would never want to read

Your mother grew up to tell me, man of the earth that to you. Only pays up!

I'm a nurse for the Intensive Clinic, Intensive Care, I'm addressing you right here in front of you. Prime Minister Albin Kurti and you Minister of Health Mr. Arben Vitita, who many years had been watching a coming light, and we hoped in many lies since the postwars and games that took place and were told in the labor of all nurses.

We're working on a non-dignity and insufficient salary for survival in Kosovo's conditions and prices, but that's OK because we signed it with our own desire to do our human work and there's no price that pays the labor of a nurse in this hell of life.

I'm just writing to you from the infectious clinic where I also make my contribution with a lot of mantil-white that was not only years of pandemic but also the quality of the patient this time.

Infectious clinic is the clinic that serves to treat many infectious and dangerous diseases for us as personnel that we may be potential risk carriers for any infection even for our children and family members, but OK again because we have been lucky to work here without fear of being committed, but we have never been singled out by other clinics with nothing but the highest risk of work that we've never even been paid a cent...

Prime Minister, we've been fighting an invisible enemy for almost two years.

Prime Minister, perhaps for two more years, I had contact with this killer virus than with my child and family!

O Prime Minister, I miss being at peace with families, don't be mad at me for infecting them with hugs, for crying out loud for them. Free on the market, don't worry about me just because I'm working on infection.

No one understands our sacrifice, and neither you, Prime Minister nor the singers, who can't afford to fill their pockets for two years.

We had almost all the wedding guests, but we served you without money, without high cost... to fill people hungry in money.

Prime Minister, you've had a chance to see with your own eyes before the pandemic when it was swine flu. Yeah, say exactly three years, I think you forgot what you saw us working here in Intensive Care. You know exactly what we do for a living, what a task they're not even for us, even under what conditions.

Maybe it's time to thank us, but not this way, man of the earth... I've waited a lot for you to do for us as a community... that I'm a drug service service service to patients.

Mr. Prime Minister, freely I'm embracing my daughter, staying and playing with her because I missed the commitment you took from the prime minister. About two years you took the girl away, without giving Mom care. Because you don't want me to believe it, and finally that fear came to an end and we both came back positive. Couple of three that even your husband got infected right now, just like the family, we've been living our lives for two years of fear, your anxiety got away.

From the beginning of our pandemic, our life as a nursing community changed completely, especially for us as an infectious clinic. Because at first they were telling us everything.

O prime minister, and, minister, is it worth what you're saying for 60 euros you're trying to give us all this sacrifice, this commodity, this psychophysic stress, what are you saying?

Nor did the wages now come out to pay us a visit to the doctor, for the rings, that we caught all those patients with our hands putting them on the beds, feeding them, changing their equipment...

O prime minister, how many black bags did we put in coffins, how much and how much sweat was done to save them, how many times do we remember the scenes of these horrors?

Where he went to my shrink, Prime Minister, that I'm tired and we're barely coming to work and going home to peace. And we're getting more tired of coming, 60 euros or paid to the orthopedic, psychologist, or ORL for ears from the sound of the device, and we've started doing nothing more than alarms of the Intensive device even outside the clinic. We're getting tired of our ears at night and we're getting sleepy after all that fatigue, and we're getting up. By the time I talk about where I am, is my whole sleep dawning and our day at work?

I've been there two years.

How did you get through anything? These singers too have made money, going on vacation. What about us?

A WHEN the robot is tired, even the clock scorpions stop wasting their batteries, and nee? When I get fired, are you telling me?

You take the biggest deal you've ever made, you cut off contracts to workers who worked without hesitation. In no case, and I'm very grateful to them, but I feel bad for them who had the fortune to live this hell and not to be hired but to enjoy my work and profession.

But don't worry that they're out of work, Prime Minister, that most of them are on their way to Germany, they've even gone to a lot of whatever they have, and now you don't have them with the applicant and the job without extras and no caretakers.

What do I do, Prime Minister, with an extra 60 euros now that I have turned out POSITIV in Coddy-19, don't you even know what to buy?

I don't have my salary, my additions, my recovery, my child's, my husband's. I bought it, but it pays me neither your wages nor your STATES.

DO YOU think that when you assured me that enough family members bought it, where the rest are ours or prime minister...

The bread that's served as a worker, but also as patients, it's holding us up to two eggs, a little marble and cheese...

Where I worked 12 hours with this food...

Where did I get all this therapy and this food... M AR RE, MARRE O KEYEMINISTR

Prime Minister, thank you very, very much. Thank you. Thank you very much.

That's why you underestimated us, humiliated us, and humiliated us before our profession and the uniform that we wear as if we were beggars.

But know one thing, that we will continue working with dignity and humanity and devotion for all patients...

I say that, but I hope that I will defeat this killer virus, that you don't know.

The first time I got infected, you got stronger, I faced it, I went out white and saved it.

Now, I know you're the prime minister I've got, whether I'm talking about it or not, that the dance is very, very tired of this job, and it's kind of getting really tired of it.

My hard work with the patients I've done saves me to God because hope in this country doesn't hold on to anyone else.

My deeply disappointed soul hurts in what country we live in, and my life, O prime minister, is worth 60 euros.

That's why you're asking for more than 60 Euros. I want them... that only God paid for our hard work at this time, but my soul is hurting that 60 euros is costing my life.

It's worth a whole life.

Did you mean to die, how much is my daughter being cared for? There's just how much you've split up, that s'knows how much you can do with 60 euros, which costs more, I almost forgot prime minister.

Did you tell me if she's still working for me to get her to survive?

Because a lot of white mantils couldn't defeat this virus, and I don't know anything about what their child is taking if they're eating, are they interested in us because we're at war and we mantil-white nurses, we're the army of this battle we're about to win, and those who are physically separated from us are the heroes of this war that made the mantil-white only without anyone's support.

I hope the sun warms me on a better day than the ones I've experienced.