Erion Veliaj from the cell: Attorney Olsie Dado has stopped every meeting and communication

Tirana Mayor Erion Veliaj on social media has expressed gratitude to all who support him, while suggesting that prosecutor Olsi Dado has banned every meeting and communication, except for daily slogans with lawyers.

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Good afternoon and gratitude to all for the support. I am deeply moved by encouraging messages from all over!

Right now, the persecutor of my family on behalf of Sali Fandrine, Ols Dado, whose face you saw only a few minutes of shameful replicas in the slaughter of Erion Ban, has stopped every meeting and communication from me. I only have these daily notes with lawyers, until the day when I can hug all of you, and look out and look at these men.

Some send me orders to lower my tongue, not that the emissive prosecutor does not deserve it, but rather that the “not speak worse and work worse”. Not that the butcher slaughter deserves, but that the “doesn't get any worse than he's got the bad habit”

But what more can they do to me? Condemn me to death? I'm in jail! Ols didn't investigate me, but he got me through the keyhole in my life and in my wife's dresses, with an LETE R It's no wonder he wrote it himself or got it written by the maniacs of Sali Fandrin!

Ore have you ever heard the assassin of January 21st, and Remzi Hodge, the Gerdec criminal, the prisoner of the opposition leader, the fireman of the newspaper “Our Time, our deris on the backs of the oppositions and journalists, the burglar of the 1996, 2009 and 2011 elections in Tirana, the co-founder of the pyramids with Suden and Webi Alimuka, the pump of Milosevic's oil, the promise of the Hajdez, the devourer of the Club, the ideal partner of the Rezari, and the children's cash, so that Salirilli, the victims of any of his mouth, were 10000 victims, who were asked to forgive any of his victims?

Think about it! He never did, except on one occasion. He left behind husband, wife, daughter, father, mother, brother, sister, uncle, uncle, uncle, crouch, grandfather, grandson, without turning on that hare of his mouth, he was a man for whom he got out or got out of the way, but he never said wrong.

Now imagine:

Ols Dado has asked for his forgiveness by voice and picture! He tried to remember once who Violet's tutor was and then he kissed him with a public apology before he left me on my back, like those pinheads making news with their bites.

I am today I VETMI politician who has gone through a V's illegal maze Twenty-year-old ETTING. I'm out of my maze with no offense to warrant a prison without a trial, cutting me off with a maniac's hand and a butcher's knife contract with the electors.

20 years V ETTing no ticket, no hotel, no apartment, not even lunch and dinner, that someone paid for me on duty.

NOTHER! ZERO! NADA! NICHTS!

So, you guys who love me and trust me, when you look at television all kinds of all sorts of allologics, remember that these “incubators from the couch” would not be able to handle even the last 24-hour Vetang, let alone 20 years, as I was given 24 to 44 years.

Most don't even justify the clock in their hands (even I remember one, of the most zealous, that went on to the family of a <x0-ccriminal <x1) that he gave it an hour) that leave the others, the wealth placed with false pay and portal fines! If we don't, when it's not even about doing one of my thousands of jobs for Tirana, if it were for them, they were still standing with Rolex on the dung of medieval Tirana!

But after all the crazy children's toys and property in the country, I still have!

My late husband, Arben James Xoxa, had yesterday the 6th anniversary of his separation from life. He was a professor, entrepreneur, publisher, and passionate hunter, and this, inherited from his father, writer James Xoxa. In fact, my last enthusiasm with me was why our government put in a mortorium for hunting; whoever shares this passion understands it.

But instead of remembering the buzagas, Ols Violet, who, like his pimp Sali Fundrana, rapes alive and dead, calls me to account for a car that his father-in-law bought before his death, and that a grandson of his then-sold, after his death, in the portal of the “revenges on” or “of the blux3>!

So the father - in - law, who has been dead for six years, has found an ocasia machine in Germany and has bought it. Then he sold it to his nephew. He has resold it to Albania. The owner of the car from his father-in-law also sold it later. And here, I have laundered the corruption money in the city!!!!!

I swear, I'm not kidding! It's to scream, but it is, according to Ols Dado.

I have seven uncles, two uncles, three aunts and 25 first cousins. None of them have even entered the city of Tirana in 10 years and I don't even know about my grandchildren, where they live, and where they drive. How do I know about my father-in-law's grandchildren?

I'm not even the “Uncle Merimonga” ) the iconic mood driver, so I can know what kind of mortars, discs, or jams add to the value of a car.

The first owner of the car is in Tufina's cemetery for six years. I told Ols, let him ask him. Sali has exhumation experience. Tília do this to his dragon. I've just moved on my bike, not Red Range, like Ols King, a vanilla rower, pesanjos and fungi.

So, once again, for all those who “become confused” from my language. Please understand that I am in prison, with an anonymous letter, a dumb prosecutor and a Taliban judge. They have both the stone and the nut, and the net of the foul mouth of the morning-dark.

But enough to look at Strasbourg's freshest decision about detention without trial, to realize that the compass is needed towards Europe, not Sali Buffy's moor, the Ols scorpion and Ban neppers.

Bless you.