Former MP and charismatic journalist Mitro Çela continues to publish spicy passages from his life.
With humorous notes and doses of irony, he brings some short stories where he does not hesitate to write them with the sincerity of age.
Below we are following one of his latest notes where he narrates the confrontation with a sex worker during a walk.
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I like the night by the lake. Eci. I think. I become like the work of the Buddha: Chew ideas! I do not know why I remembered Stalin.
In the selected works he had published a letter. Here he was sending a woman. He wrote to them from a kolkoz, which were like our agricultural cooperatives…
I had reached the Bay of Kuvave… (It was discovered and named after Edi Rama…)
When the frap came out of the bush a meso man. In his hand he held the cane. He untied it, lifted the chain, and ran away.
-Normal, -I thought.-The years are gone. The brakes weaken and the man opens the saddles between the legs…
Without wasting thoughts, become a woman from the bush:
-Where did the wicked go. We went shopping. 10 thousand ALL. When he finished work, he threw 5 thousand lekë at me and broke the thorns! But the head does the head suffers: Take the money, then give the booty.
-You are a lady with a brain!
-I do like it. With you it's worth doing a 50 percent discount… Come on!
-I am 74 years old. The ladder does not lift me. The price of viagra has increased -70 percent. We got rid of Russia's war with Ukraine…
-Lere Ukrainën në hallin e vet. Goja dhe gjuha ime ngjallin të vdekurin nga varri dhe jo më kandarin tënd, që ka rënë në gjumë si gjarpër!…Hajde të shohësh Amerikën. Sepse e di mirë: gratë e sërës tënde një zanat dinë: cip mbi cip!
-Turp është por jam me SID-ë.- Fola sipas variantit të një barcalete!
-Leri broçkullat! Edhe sikur të jesh me sifilis, sëmundja nuk merret nga goja, por nga zogu! Futu në kaçube!
-E di sakllam! Ma ka ënda. Por nuk kam asnjë koqe leku në xhep!
-Po fol, se më nxorre xhanë. Me këtë surrat, gruaja ta bën mirë që nuk të jep…protofolin. Ti, paratë, do i çosh o në kazino, o do shkosh me kurva! Por mua më merr të keqen. Jam zonjë…
U largua. Nisa të eci. Mendja u kthye tek letra e gruas për Stalinin.
-Shoku Stalin! Jetoj ne fshat. Kam tokë dhe lopë. Më erdhën në shtëpi dy burra. Me nishane. Më thanë:
-You will put the goods in the kolkhoz!
I lifted the dress and said:
-Here is my kolkoz!
Ikën. A few days later a card came to me. With signature and stamp. They call me: Kulake!
-Comrade Stalin! Are you treating me ?!
Stalin himself, writes. Order. “To be forgiven! He has a kolkoz! Let him work! ”