FROM AGRON GJEKMARKAJ
The holidays passed, they left behind surprises. We were overcome by the hunger of eating, that greedy thing that works hard for the poor man. The first one suffers from sleep from which urinates come out like a wall. Dreams mix the past with the future. Two such me marked the change of years with a burp in between as a division of eras. One with the main deputy leader Muli and the other with Babo. The first was about party, union, the second about government, performance and artificial intelligence. Muli and I shared a shelter so we wouldn’t get wet from the rain. He came thoughtful as he should be. Two wrinkles had been embroidered on his forehead by time. We embraced longingly like two freedom fighters after a battle. We trembled from a cigarette. After a pause necessary for the thoughts to turn into phrases like belgium, brandy comes out, we started talking. The regime said it isolated the Doctor, democracy is in decline, the opposition is under aggression, we need unity, the dilemmas are opportunism and disregard for the head of the jellyfish. Although I felt something in my chest, I nodded in agreement. I spoke after a while: we have all been subordinates of the Doctor to whom the injustice hurts us, even all of Albania, you know Luli’s too.
When he told us, we did it, and we did well. But now, when he comes there, I have a concern about who will be my boss, who will prepare the statements that I will read, who will measure my performance, who will reprimand me for my mistakes and who will praise me for my successes? I always wanted to be Bana’s subordinate. And if she doesn’t miss, at least from Aldo or Akil, that Oerdi and Luço are below, they hardly accept the office as the chief deputy leader for history to sculpt. No, no, don’t worry, he reassured me. You will receive directives directly from the Doctor like Salianji, as Abbot Doçi used to from the Pope, through me so that I don’t trick him (I sighed, I know this, I told him under my breath). As for the middle group, he continued – we will appoint a 6-month liaison monitoring commission led by Mrs. Kalaja, Mrs. Edhit and Mrs. Garo, to integrate naturally and without stress. We’re doing it with a fraction, I told him, and then we’ll see on the way. He intervened: He who has seen the favor of the minority, be part of the healthy majority advised me and left as suddenly as he had come. My stomach felt heavy, my throat was dry. Thankfully, I found a puddle of water nearby and I pulled the end of it, pulling it like a turbine. I woke up, wrapped myself up and fell asleep again. I had another dream. I thought I was in the office and my phone rang. They told me that Babo and Jebral are looking for you. Yes, I’m happy, I answered! They took me for a while and took me to a mansion, where Babua was sitting on a big stilt, wearing brandavek, a turban on his head, tespie in his hand like a sultan. Hajër Padishah, I admit that I don’t know why you called me?! He didn’t speak right away, he was stirring the kettle over the fire and once he asked me how the artificial intelligence promotion of 2030 looked like?
I didn’t understand, the environment was like 1453 questions for 2030. Account dream job. I gathered myself. What can I say, I chewed, birinxhi, great joy that, and words are poor to express it. I have some questions from the current situation, but also about the upcoming weather. Hey Padishah! I’ve been bored, like a cloud in my head about this Aunt, I even had a stain on my cup, but now it’s been confirmed. I didn’t intervene, I let him continue. I couldn’t believe my eyes where for the 10 million tourists she was thanking the staff of that ministerial palace that I think of as garlic. It’s the urban renaissance, it’s the summits and the interviews, the hokas, the dishes with my face that I gave to the leaders, what Mamica said better than anyone.
