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“Zjarri i oxhakut paskej qen毛 paralajm毛rim p毛r nj毛 jet毛 t毛 ashp毛r. Universitetin e kryeva 9 vjet pas gjimnazit. Jo p毛r 莽鈥檏a k毛rkova, let毛rsi. M毛 d毛rguan p毛r inxhinier miniere! Shkova se duhej nj毛 shkoll毛 e lart毛, duheshin disa vite Tirane. M毛 von毛 do t毛 merrnin vler毛n e viteve pran毛 鈥渢iranis毛 s毛 Tiran毛s鈥�. Dit毛n q毛 na dhan毛 diplomat, nuk provova asnj毛 g毛zim. Ndonse edhe p毛r shkrimtar毛t, asokohe, thuhej se ishin 鈥溇辈猿娉缶辈跃北鸢� t毛 shpirtrave njer毛zor毛鈥�!”
― Faruk Myrtaj

“We must fight within the framework of the Republican Constitution,' they say. And the bourgeoisie says, 'Fight as much as you like within the bars of the cage of my Constitution because this does me no harm.”
― Enver Hoxha, Eurocommunism Is Anti-Communism

“Although the proletariat in the capitalist states may be dressed in the nylon materials which the 'consumer society' produces, in fact it remains the proletariat.”
― Enver Hoxha, Eurocommunism Is Anti-Communism

“It was an oblong, two-storey building with crumbling, dirty-red roof tiles and mauve plasterwork on the outside walls that had fallen off in chunks. Across it the faded slogan 鈥楲ong Live the Albanian Communist Party鈥� was flaking off. It now had a wooden plaque on the door reading 鈥楽h毛nomadh Church鈥�: an epitaph for the ideology that had claimed Albania as 鈥榯he world鈥檚 first atheist state鈥�, thought Jude.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et鈥檋em Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et鈥檋em Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer

“The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et鈥檋em Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Silencer