A post on social networks has been shared in the media, sparking uproar and debate.
The Facebook page, "Mbretërorët" has published the note that Alda Butka Aliçka, a lawyer by profession and the granddaughter of the well-known historian Uran Butka, is the author.
The note does not mention a specific name, but the sentence "This director, now an old man, but who certainly had his eye on that Palace of Pioneers or the Royal Palace, that when he entered the Educational Directorate as if it were his home, now he lives exactly there they shoot him with statues", makes you think that it is about Gjergj Zaharina.
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When my daughter was in high school, I went to a meeting with her parents one day. I was going out happy.
As soon as I opened the car door, the school director approached me:
- Do you want to visit the Educational Directorate?
- Posi no! - I showed them willingly.
On the road, the director's two long and thin saddles came so close to me that I could barely control the gas and brakes.
When he opened the door to get out, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was not told to deal only with joy, which had brought me the good results and the behavior of my daughter!
- Wait for me - said the director - I only have five minutes to work and I came.
It really came out after five minutes. The Educational Directorate at that time was at the Royal Palace, but we continued to call it the Pioneer Palace.
- Let's have a coffee here, because I haven't had a drink all day?! - said the headmaster.
- Ok - you said just to be polite.
I sat down at the Palace of Culture, outside. That bar had several circular cement platforms, raised twenty centimeters from the ground, on which chairs and small tables were placed.
As soon as the order came, I put the cup to my lips, "faaap" the long saddle of the director, with a knee.
I pushed myself with all my strength. Meanwhile, the director praised my grandfather, uncles, cousins, my brother.
Since we were "yours", each praise was accompanied by a leg extended towards my thighs. He reached out and came closer, I pushed with all the chair. When all the wonderful men of my tribe had finished, I turned my head back and saw that the two back legs of the chair had come out of the platform. God forbid I didn't crack my brain on the concrete!
So that you wouldn't say "You loved yourself", since I was only 35 years old, since I had just been divorced and since all the famous men of my tribe could benefit from gossip, I didn't report it.
This director, old now, but surely, had his eye on that Palace of Pioneers or the Royal Palace, that when he entered the Educational Directorate as if it were his home, now he lives exactly there and shoots it with statues!
Well, I saved a bit then.
Think of the pressure he could put a teenager, his student, under, when even today, I don't remember the evil of those actions...
Without you left, say, say "You want my own chick!", because I'm ready for a fight today!!! / Alda Butka Alicka