The Yugoslav ambassador has promised to pay her when he returns page 10

The Prime Minister’s public invitation to the opposition leader “I want to know his claims about irregularities and manipulation in the electoral process” page 4

BY FERRO ÇUPI A few days ago, while I was at a dinner-lunch with a party arriving from ATSH and from Kukës. We had just broken away from discussions about the explosions and the war/Jugoslavs in retreat. They had just preceded the arrival of this. As we were, the world seemed to concede some kind of better fortune from the European summer media toward such a rush that it went as far as the Face. - What is that fellow doing there with us?! Can’t you see they are losing the journalist’s edge in the war?! It stopped, but the Kukësian writers were made, with furrows; it seemed as if it knew the face of a Kukësian, as I brought it out of the tangle, exactly giving it the shape of something troubled, as from an emptying. He was hopelessly and completely excited by the meter. They are for the withdrawal and decline of Kukës. Here the divisions are dealt with over those filthy red ones. And the others would find it written. The men from there arrived and in adrenaline from Trana. “It happened at dinner for Tirana. But who?” In line for what I mean. “It happened at Paja,” look here and there and something bad happens,” an Albanian told me. “Was I there myself? I don’t remember exactly. I was at Paja for my study of the Kosovo war. It happened unusually, but I wanted to separate it not with something strange” (perhaps not with much detail) because there was a noble woman there, who was carefully gathering things. It helped something be understood by them over time. He asked me as well. “Why do they call that town Paja?” I asked, embarrassed, skimming with reporter’s questions. I convinced myself that, since the brain suffers, these are very human things. And the thought about Paja’s name came alive. I turned sideways. “Maybe it has the condition there with some kind of dogs?” she said. I was startled. Perhaps against people/the elders? Some may say that “those who come triol are all the dogs of people,” with a self-awareness of foam, while Kukës, for Paja, was declared a small town. This long article continues on page 10 [?] A few days ago, while I was at a dinner-lunch with a party arriving from ATSH and from Kukës. We had just broken away from discussions about the explosions and the war/Jugoslavs in retreat. They had just preceded the arrival of this. As we were, the world seemed to concede some kind of better fortune from the European summer media toward such a rush that it went as far as the Face: - What is that fellow doing there with us?! Can’t you see they are losing the journalist’s edge in the war?! It stopped, but the Kukësian writers were made, with furrows; it seemed as if it knew the face of a Kukësian, as I brought it out of the tangle, exactly giving it the shape of something troubled, as from an emptying. He was hopelessly and completely excited by the meter. They are for the withdrawal and decline of Kukës. Here the divisions are dealt with over those filthy red ones. And the others would find it written. The men from there arrived and in adrenaline from Trana. “It happened at dinner for Tirana. But who?” In line for what I mean. “It happened at Paja,” look here and there and something bad happens,” an Albanian told me. “Was I there myself? I don’t remember exactly. I was at Paja for my study of the Kosovo war. It happened unusually, but I wanted to separate it not with something strange” (perhaps not with much detail) because there was a noble woman there, who was carefully gathering things. It helped something be understood by them over time. He asked me as well. “Why do they call that town Paja?” I asked, embarrassed, skimming with reporter’s questions. I convinced myself that, since the brain suffers, these are very human things. And the thought about Paja’s name came alive. I turned sideways. “Maybe it has the condition there with some kind of dogs?” she said. I was startled. Perhaps against people/the elders? Some may say that “those who come triol are all the dogs of people,” with a self-awareness of foam, while Kukës, for Paja, was declared a small town. This long article continues on page 10 [?]

The Minister of Public Order, Spartak Poçi, showing the strength of his hands in maintaining order. photo: P. ILO

The police arrive late and arrest the protagonists He argued with his friend over the desk seat page 13

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