The actor's uncle dies, recounts the scandalous torture he experienced because of hospital lift

Renowned actor Fatmir Spahiu, known as Oki, has announced that his uncle has recently died. He, describing his final moments at the Gjilan Hospital, has also shown how he was wearing a handle on the above floors without the initial medical care equipment as a result of [...]
He, describing his recent moments at the Gjilan Hospital, has also shown how he was wearing a handle on the above floors without the first medical care equipment as a result of a lack of functional elevator.
Although the actor's uncle died days ago, as he wrote, the hospital elevator remains broken today.
Even his dead body was carried by his family steps to the hospital.
This is the actor's full response:
I'm trying two days, don't write me this season, but I'm crying that my heart is burning.
Two days ago Uncle died, the best man I've ever known in this land, a business taxi driver, a man with a view to human nature, white as snow in the heart and thought.
My uncle had a age, which says, "You're late."
Behold the last day of my uncle:
He wakes up this morning tired of his old lung problem because of TB in the 1970s. At one time in the afternoon, the situation gets worse and the first aid is done quickly and miraculously by sending it to the Gjilan Hospital emergency where staff and doctors make a great effort to save it and keep it alive. Bravo and thank you. The uncle shows stable signs in the device regardless of the clinically ruined state.
And now, somewhere during the day, I don't know whose proposal, and why maybe it's well-placed that the emergency can be carried to the third floor, which I think is cardiology, so three stories of nalt, well enough, of course with good intentions, in the meantime the uncle is unconscious, coma or where I know.
What happens now, in the elevator hospital is a mess how many days, someone tells you that the only possibility is to be sent to the third floor from the ground. Days, boys being big families mobilize and super primitives take him to the third floor. With the permission of a mechanism that united two parts into one and the risk of opening up to the patient was huge, however, this job was done by the family, successfully.
My uncle gets on the third floor and he's put on the necessary equipment again, monitoring and so on, again, with a solid commitment of medical staff.
Just before midnight, the same day, Uncle changes his life, God's will.
The elevator is still out of order, now the same steps to lower the lifeless body of Uncle. It's family. The days are a big family, no problem with gathering large numbers for fun and mortars.
This thing is before yesterday, I tried to get past me like so many other people, but I'm being tormented by human dignity. Do you deserve a man in the final act of his life to carry his balls like rags?
I'm not pointing my finger around, no one's guilty, Uncle will forgive everything.
Fix the elevator.












