How they hurt me... these young people at the Carapul gym (Read 19 times)

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How much those young people who applauded hurt me, when Edi told them that I will continue to steal your future with PPP. How much they hurt me, they look like their grandparents cheering for the demolition of churches and mosques. How they hurt me, just like those young people who went organized in classes to attend the trials in the cinemas of Tirana, which today do not exist "thanks" to Ed. In those halls where they shouted: "On the rope! On the rope!", "In prison, in prison class enemies!" How much I felt sorry for these young people today, who look like their grandfathers, when they went to grab their property, imprison them, take them out of their homes, the "enemies" of the people.


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The words of the fathers of those who are in power today, when the shouts were issued from the stands: "Here are gone those who are the excrement of the Nation!". How these young people pained me today, just like those young people who applauded when the enemies of the power of Ed's fathers were dragged through the streets of the cities tied with barbed wire. For the only fault that they wanted to escape and escape from that hell. How sad I felt today, these young people, because they looked like those young people, who screamed and waved their weapons at the military school and threatened the youth of Tirana to return Enver's bust to the square. Fixed like those who went up shouting: Let's kill, let's kill the hunger striking students.