The Miracle of the Rilinds

It says: Artan Lame

Among the 100 billion galaxies of the Universe, our galaxy continues to rotate, in which some 200 million of its stars are also followed by our sun, which is followed by a 4 billion years of rotation, and our Earth, in which one million years are plowing a biped species that in Latin are called <x0homo sapiens sapiens”, a couple of million of them are caught and create day and night in a country that has been told Albania 110 years.

Find a half hour off and put aside the storm in the glass where we're all drowning, prison, tender, corruption, stamp, prop, property, house, awlka, mortgage, court, Beler, lawyer, drugs, notary, foundation, anti-foundation, escort, eskot, Hotel, Dubai, London, commission, full of others and see that in our anger the world continues to move without much mind. Here, today a news report from what goes on around the world turns into a war manifest, but it's a good way back here. Bulgaria's ambassador, on Bulgaria's flag, went to Pushec, Albania, to take village aid bearing Macedonia's flag. The plenty that has caught Pustec in recent years is amazing. Declared as Macedonians, with the addition (North) insisting on adding Greeks whenever caught in the mouth, that village receives the Albanian state money, which will be shown xhymerts with minorities, receives aid from Macedonia that will appear to support its minorities, even from Bulgaria counting them up for Bulgarians.

I was in Pustec myself, and there was not a lot of excitement there, it was na-nem. One brother had a Bulgarian passport, because they were released in Europe without visas when Bulgaria entered the EU, the other had the Macedonian passport. Others had also tried (professed to be guiltless) to be declared Greek. Albania is full of jokes such as that of Egyptians (w!) that were invented in this country and asked that it knew of its own Republic of Egypt, which said I have business with them, or Albanians themselves who claim one of Greek nationalities has taken on work in Carpenis, Greece and the other Albanian brother living in Bulqiza in Albania.

I don't have this scripture on these issues, but it just caught my attention and reminded me of the ethnic bag (nothing bad) that used to boil in the Ottoman press and that, when the Balkan vorba wars broke, the bag was poured out, and each of the Balkan mini states let the lad eat as much and grow. The only ones who didn't have gargos or spoons but no coffee spoons were Albanians, who, as they had lived long ago since the University's creation 13.7 billion years ago, continued to squabble among them. They had no known language, no schools, no one God, no church, or glass to plant together, no flag, no books in their mother tongue, that, as they said, the Faik beu “the Albanian goat ate the books of”. And as if these were not over, so were the bands of Greek and Bulgarian, Serbian and Montenegrin terror-making gangs and trying to make a claim according to the second gang.

To make it seem like winter tales to you, today think of hundreds of thousands of Albanians who, in trouble or school, have changed their names up and down the Balkans. Only for a better life or for a boy's school or for his place of employment. But when? Now that the Albanian state has been in existence 110 years, trying to get us in the head “oh how good with the Albanian dog”, which has schools and books, which has a country that collects a flag we see every day! In the same time, let alone there was none of these, but there was also the fear of the biphecs of massacres, of being thrown out of the hearth, where most did not even know what they were.

I've been thinking about this job for a long time and the more I kill it, the more my religious respect grows for those 30 or 50 or so, probably 100 wise men who, from the middle of the 20th century, started creating the nation and miraculously, having it all against, did. There are those men whom we now named only as names of roads or schools, without realizing that they were real people, Jeronym de Rada, Nahum Vecilharxhi, Zef Jubani, Constantine Christopher, the Kyriasia sisters, and the Brothers Frascher, Petro nini Lemasi, and a few others, who reverted and surrendered. RILINDES. It's hardly 50. Here's the easy way out. I'm calling it 100.

They managed to insert the seats of these subx0 mountains to the excellent <x0-virus” of nationality. In a low voice and in patience: -Hey, you're not an osman, you're Albanian. - Albanian, what's this “inhyeni bided”! - You see, your tongue can be written, just like the Elink or the tour. Look at this book, written in the language that you speak when you count your livestock and do your work of agriculture, you can also write the word of the sacred Gospel.

It is written in his memoirs that “from Greek became Albanian when it blossomed as a miracle of learning that spoken talk could be written without any need to return to Greek”. That's all magic. The person who took the “virus”, the daily sweat, turned into a fanatic of the new religion that then became nationality. And the virus progressed so much that the one who had once taken it was also ready to die for this new religion, or to insist on making room on the ground to the creation nation, as Sali Butka named “What the Bulgarian and Greek are looking for! /Looking to be here Albanian!”

Then, when we realized that this language could even continue to fight and argue as the lady loved us. It's enough that we call the court, jatroit doctor, Mayor, brother-in-law, farm medicine, testaments and we can keep getting each other's faces on the facebook. This fight, even after Albania became, was the only thing that the Relinders had never anticipated, nor had they ever dreamed of, nor did the one among them who put it on paper, and sent back his dream, Sami Beu, to “Albania was what it would be like to become”.

These and other things come to mind from time to time when I agree with one's temper or how today I hear that news of the Pustec. And every time I think about it, I think it's going to be the last time those few men who did this miracle. Septembers inside our brains that, when we do bronze in most of them, they're stolen for scrap.

O people, relax and see how tiny our squabble is, how small our argument is, how you can relax, how much we can do, how we can't fight and fight and fight, the prison, the tender, the corruption, the stamp, the proprietary, the property, the house, the mortgage, the court, the lawyer, the drug addict, the establishment, the refounding, the anti-found, the mail, the bunker, the commission, the chair, the director, the party, the party, the Vipi, the thousand fights that we know only about; but don't forget the time after the 70th or the 70th of the men who have this word on their head. The Albanian, without whom we might today have the same fights, but we would do some in Greek, some in Turkish, in Macedonian, in Montenegrin, Bulgarian, Romanian, in Roman English, in Serbian, in Bosnian or Egyptian.