Gjekmarkaj's satire on Spiropal's visit to Ukraine: When Mamica speaks, the roar of the cannons will seem like nothing!

By Agron Gjekmarkaj

Parting with Mommy was painful!

There were sobs and tears everywhere! Before she left to establish peace between Ukraine and Russia, we sat in a meeting of leaders!

When Gaz Bardhi, who is known for his deep sensitivity, stopped sobbing, I took the floor with great pain!

Jorushi of Tabak, with one hand on her heart and the other with compresses, stood there trying to stop the madness! She can't stand tragedies!

My breathing slowed, a grave silence fell upon me! I drank some water and moistened my dry throat!

Slowly, like a rusty mechanism, the words creaked and creaked! Just like that, I finally caught the rhythm! I addressed you:

"Madam Speaker, to hell with our parliament closing, you are doing a sublime act by traveling to Ukraine in a time of crisis, sacrificing yourself in Babo's place, ready to be a martyr for him if a drone catches you in his name. Second, think how upset your sisters and friends will be, who don't want your chair at all, nor do they care about your safety and health! They pray to God that you return victorious! Now, since you are going, get Putin and Zelensky together, be tough on the infidels, rebuke them, if necessary, even put a slap in the face, making them sign peace for disturbing the world! Take that letter in your hand and return - how Bora will be happy! The others even more so!

Mimi di Puccini, with a graceful look and slight nods of her head, expressed her solidarity!

Bledi Çuçi admired Mamice for coming so close to danger in the name of Babo! To this day, no one from the majority has had this chance to put their lives in question – and this fact is a high sign of selection!

Dilo Nasufi asked himself: "What should I do, go out to Roshnik and jump to prove that I don't care about life?"

Nasipi listened to her inner voice and advised her not to do it voluntarily, but only if asked – when others show fear! Fatmir Xhafa kissed her on the forehead like the partisans used to, singing to her “How did I leave you and never see you again, my beautiful Mamicë”! The great Arbëro times were repeating themselves!

In the end, we were forgiven and honored as those who see history with those who make it!

Mommy, at the doorstep, held us with her arms as we broke and gave up in pain! Baby George's wife almost fainted!

In the corridor, Kosta of Gramoz, Lindita, who until yesterday was 35% of Mamica, now felt 100% of her! As the successor of Achilles and Hector, he was giving battle orders:

"Quick, quick! Order 12 helmets, the same number of bulletproof vests, canisters, booms, armored cars"

We found out that a NATO plane would take them all the way to Moldova!

There, Kostaqi – who had sworn that he would give his life, but not leave Mamica – had refused the request of the Ukrainian security forces to put them in trunks and cover them with dry grass!

After equipping Mamica with the necessary weapons and securing her in an armored car, he himself, with a helmet on his head and his chest open, led the convoy with a machine gun in his hand, making the road a firestorm all the way to Odessa! There, the people, shattered by the war, welcomed the heroes as an example of inspiration! When Mamica speaks, the roar of cannons will seem like nothing! Now we pray that she returns healthy and well with peace made, and God, bring Mamica back to us as we gave her to you!