Vëri, 20 hours of terror and gunfire. Dozens of special forces sent urgently from Tirana Among them also a police officer. PD: "They were our activists." Page 9

BY ARDIAN KLOSI Behave yourself and smile calmly before the day of the uprising, the others said. So calm was Berisha that not even the slightest color left his face when he studied the final plan for taking over[?], nor did he even flinch as if he were a nervous opposition politician. Clearly, he knew in detail what turn this campaign was about to take, or what it was leaving behind, with its latest and heaviest moves, the kind that could not be aired on Albanian TV news and detached from reality. A short first day, while others were reading strategic sketches with a pencil, was being laid on the table in a clear mind. One by one he was remembering murders in sequence, he was reading the peak of the enraged mob, he was turning his mind to other, unseen things. It was not something incomprehensible or strange that the murder of Azem Hajdari, even if it were to strip away the party’s new book, would still be supported. Was Berisha before[?] a matter of chance, if you caught him? Whenever an unexpected event happened, he would call straight from Paris or elsewhere his trusted man, asking for the truth. He himself had received[?] many reports then, enough to blush and smile[?] together with some others, to make himself ask the questions himself[?]. If indeed the excessive concern were somehow removed, then one could think that one game had ended and another was beginning. Nevertheless, writing it still two or three weeks earlier, deepened by the acquaintance with Tirana’s political club, in circles. And certainly[?] one[?] was also shrinking the nervous man’s pallor, he was feeling that one line could no longer be maintained. I had said that for Berisha today there was no curse that had not already been made horrifying by all that terror? Was it true that since then his mind had swollen in a frenzy, and in other matters was he showing himself just as little calm? For the hidden believers, though visible on the face, there was no doubt that he was seeking shelter in politics through a dangerous stubbornness. It was enough to go down into the street that afternoon to see that Tirana had turned into a silent arena. The shops were closed, many people moved hurriedly, with tired eyes. Many of them spoke in low voices about Tropoja, about the victims, about the weapons, about revenge. In the cafés people did not stay long; most stood up as soon as they heard new news. It seemed as though no one had any illusions left about the return of near-normality. In that atmosphere, the calm displayed by the opposition leader took on the look of a cold challenge. Whether this calm was courage or calculation, the reader must judge. But for a country that had just gone through a bloody year, every sign of new ignition was an ill omen. And when politics plays with fire, it is always the citizens who pay first.

, The killing of police officers is political P 2

Press conference of the three United[?] Youth Berisha is an adventurer P 3

Korçë, Asdreni’s house burns down P 5

Investigations begin into the circumstances in command[?] P 8

Have you tried the taste of the new JOHN SILVER cigarette? Under accusation, 15 police chiefs P 7 Have you tried the taste of the new JOHN SILVER cigarette? 20

John Silver ORIGINAL It is an icon in the packs and mostly in the fineness and quality of the tobacco gives you a true taste. Your smoke is respected. 20