Acknowledgment of the grateful...

Time was lost to the sound of music and glasses of drinks filling the cocktail tables. Even so, Veliaj's microphone, the first articulations, began with the apology addressed to his supporters who ensured the victory in unit seven, gathered to celebrate in the surroundings of the hotel "Drinos". The smell of the greenhouse that distributed the clothes, was the evidence of the presence in unit 12, (the reason for the delay time) where the asphalt was already laid, electoral post. Wasting no time, the microphone started from thanks first; for socialists separated from this world, but who had laid the foundations of a steel political force. The most sacrificed in the 90s, such as Pëllumbi, Brace, and others. Heads of campaign staff; deputy Etilda Gjonaj, district chairman Edrin Dalipi, administrator Edison, activists Rudina, Imelda and how many other names that my memory could not fix, but the icing on the cake were the women, supporters who would finally find peace in their families, after a success that had been worth it was sacrificed. A deep gratitude of the grateful who reads the victory, not simply as a relay, but victory that charges everyone in the fight with responsibility, for even greater achievements. It was for this reason that thanksgiving was conveyed with his articulations, for the great works for 2025, as if to tell his supporters that, after the victory of the battle with the elections, the greater battle begins to realize the promises given, because 2025 is called to listen. While he had finished his health, the place of the glass of wine was taken by his cellphones that were not finished, taking a selfie with the president. For a moment I was occupied by the portrait of an elderly woman, Lali Eri, speaking. Something was wrong. People waiting for selfies were left with mobile phones in their hands. As if not to waste time, I saw that the two statesmen began to deal with the woman; Gjonaj and Dalipaj. I have never wanted to be part of the exposition of any headline, but I don't know why in those moments, I instinctively approached Veliaj, and while the mobile phone was shooting, my voice directed you to ask.'' She is a municipal employee. "He has reached retirement age. He wants to continue his work, but the law forbids him.....What does it mean to be the president!? - I blurted out unintentionally. To be with people at all times to provide solutions to problems, but in compliance with the law". He did not lose patience to give me the clarification as I, but also to the woman with whom the two headlines were dealing with very calmly and patiently, for further clarifications, to convince, wanting not to sow resentment in their supporter, due to an ambiguity towards the law. What gratitude!? A victory that does not trample on, but on the contrary makes them even more careful towards those who are dedicated to fulfilling the mission of leadership, so... - grinding with myself. They work head-to-head, in order not to scare the electorate even in festive circumstances, they do not ignore the problems that appear by chance. My steps had separated from the mayor, when my eyes remained sewn behind a red sheet, embroidered all around with a flag. It swayed like a cradle from dozens of hands, where the sounds of the music of the "Red and Black Flag" in the background barely left a small mahogany empty, brought like a centrifuge the body of the 80-year-old mother Këze as the neighborhood calls her, (an old woman Nica of the "General of the dead army" of Kadare) and the little girl Emerda who had not finished with their dances. What doesn't the fantasy of this leadership produce!? Even in a welcome cocktail, they find many motives, to give it breath and make it attractive. They do not have a second, political force to compete with them. Every time for the socialists is a campaign. That's nonsense and chairman, Veliaj. Gratitude for the victory commits them to more work and contribution in the interest of the citizens of the city, with much doubled forces. In contrast to this gratitude, the late hours of the screen brought me the ingratitude of the loser, to STV, which not only did not read the defeat, but raised all kinds of alibis such as; the envelope of 650,000 pensioners (the most insulting accusation made against the most vital layer of society. Ingratitude from the Founder who sold power to PL for ego), the algorithm of electronic election machines, the fall of the euro as a result of the distribution of money by gangs of crime, all kinds of fantasies, of the leadership of the tired re-establishment, which, in the absence of vision, fills the screens with all kinds of false tricks which in all possible versions do not change the victory. But it is not only the chairman. His language is echoed by the entire leadership. The sleepy console, in the late hours of the evening, had led me to the MCN TV. The raised voice of Ylli Rakip in front of the panelists and the former mayor of Shkodra, was leaving me speechless. The former mayor was in his right, to justify the loss through the theft of the vote, but Rakipi opposed it because with a result of over 12 thousand votes it is too absurd to think of theft. Not to mention the fiddle of the re-founder Balli, with his videos that left a lot of room for interpretation. Only Bardhi, the secretary of the Democratic Party at RTV, saw the loss as a sign of division, the result of ideological differences with the chairman of the re-establishment, which if it continues to remain so, the losses are certain in the continuity of the right. without an ideological axis and without a political cause. What to do!? When the loser does not read defeat correctly, he will spin through the screens, instead of going down to the electorate to find out the weaknesses, correct the mistakes through changing the failed leadership, to bring in new visionaries, for the battle of 2025. Only the gratitude of the grateful, both to victory and defeat, mobilizes for great work in the interest of the people, the country and guarantees success. The others are; mehana for trahana.