P. 3 MADE IN ALBANIA AIRPORT

The man’s march through the most gnarled calculations has been in such gray clouds! Skopje, as a complete part of that skyline, held its own longer shades along its edges, a background and not the eye, where a faint greening rarely repeated the blue, but the horn of 25 August amid veneres was murmuring. Yupa had opened up the possibility of taking a sudden post-didactic plane toward the airport of the pile-ups before 1945, the school immediately repelled by lies. The noisy highways honored. It had been beautiful for them, when they fell into the city tormented by stones, the walls of horror, by the lack of voices, which took from the road’s width all the way beyond evening. After the congresses, Albania will be made! By Faruk MYRTAJ The man’s march through more twisted calculations name in more lies, such gray clouds! The Albanians, clouds at first that all that is to be done and so they are being done. Where it happens to have a man’s llaolands, for conferences, and over drinks. Those days are as a benefit. That white day? The troubled country with Albania had its eyes open under the noisy highway of poppies, with schools and the disgust of the crooked streets, the stairways, the walls with cut bricks, the stone channels, 25 August amid veneres was murmuring. Yupa opened its dimension of taking a sudden post-didactic plane straight to the airport of the pile-ups before 1945, of the manipulations in case not, with those karamesh that would be news to be piled into them, Battles for it a project- one of the most unfortunate, and it has a highway in the veil of that skyline, the clouds have the same shadow, Albania too in its extension. It had an intended purpose. Kilometers and years have been lost from behind the threads of congresses and conferences, which keep while the post-death instigators approaching the installation of games, manifestations and matter: sad! They are the oratory when more than extortion they did not want even to remain silent as the voice of Latash, as they would like to reduce the autodhur. Even on the noisy highways of schools and walls, Albania cannot be made from such gazes. All the first and the last congresses, are at the service of themselves. They have turned Albania into an airport where the signs say: AIRPORT. The bad thing is that the brain from which the emblem comes has written: MADE IN ALBANIA. The citizen runs and takes the road from the airport in search of his own place, but the place is not found. The only road left is escape. That’s all. No one raises a voice, because their noise keeps the voice. Up to here, the premise. Beyond that, no one takes it upon themselves to pursue it in order to understand why the country has set off in flight. Not even the name is thought of like that in the end, because the country has lost itself in the noise of the congresses. It became clear that after the congresses, Albania will be made, although as a phrase this sounds like a consolation. But perhaps this is the only hope left.

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