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Albania, this ship stuck in the business of theft!
2026-05-08 15:12:31 / IDE
The only craft that Albania, this stranded ship, practices without getting bored, the only science that doesn't tire it, the only work it performs with quality, the only task it completes without getting bored, is theft.
The sailor of a stranded ship has no other talk than about the thefts of others to hide his own theft.
They talk so long and extensively among themselves about theft and its variations, that it seems as if the moment the passengers and crew of the stranded ship stop talking about theft, they will die.
One cannot cry for help, nor can one share a sorrow, because in the ship stuck there, the conversation with the other enters and gets lost in labyrinths of theft, labyrinths of scams, catacombs of extortion.
Speaking of theft and thievery, they spend more time on the stranded ship than on all other activities combined.
The work just completed, the book just read, the movie just seen, the friend just met, the business just launched, on the stranded ship they never forget to associate with theft, thievery, robbery, and burglary.
In contrast to the consequences of any degenerative behavior that sooner or later leads to decay and collapse, stealthy conversations refresh, refresh, rejuvenate, and make the stranded ship's passenger clearer in explanations and articulations.
Honorable mention on the pedestal of talkers who only talk about the most absurd, strangest, most diverse, most grotesque labyrinthine thefts are the insatiable morning callers on the stranded ship's televisions.
But the fully deserved first place for talk of theft, mutual accusations of theft, is certainly held by the Parliament of the stranded ship. That, besides theft, in the world there is also work, fatigue, sacrifice, history, geography, culture, art, education, those damn captains of the stranded ship have no idea.
It is hard to find a single passenger on a stranded ship who can clearly and accurately state an address without becoming confused from the very first words. But start a conversation with stealth, and suddenly they light up. They become hezbers, they break free, they take a breath, they become nightingales.
Accusing others of stealing in order to be internally justified in stealing yourself is the favorite sport of the stranded ship's inhabitant, the Albanian of today.
You rarely find two stranded passengers talking about anything other than theft. In the cafe, on the bus, in the yard, at the market, at the pharmacy, at the bakery, at the dairy, waiting for the bus, and everywhere else, you see two stranded people chatting, one of two things: they're talking about theft, or they're stealing from each other.
You can choose the beginning of a conversation with the stranded shipwrecked traveler yourself, you can construct it however you want, but from the third minute onwards, put on your boots, put on your diving suit, and you have, whether intentionally or unintentionally, sunk into a swamp of theft.
Don't worry that your theft may remain unreported. On a stranded ship, you never forget to tell another about your theft, the second with a third, fourth, fifth, and so on, until there is no one left on the stranded ship who has not been informed of your real or imagined theft.
The media and portals are nothing but thieves' fairs, pools of theft, on a stranded ship.
Televisions, counters, shows, on the stranded ship, a parade of thieves who use plumes of words to make their own alibi.
In a stranded ship, people steal even where it is empty, where there is nothing for anyone, as well as where it is full, where there is everything for everyone. Even in vain. For no reason. We steal to steal in a stranded ship.
The stranded ship buzzes with theft and robbery like a hornet's nest.
The wretched caravaners of the stranded ship are incurable kleptocrats who neither know nor want to work. They only know how to steal themselves while bragging about stealing from others.
The theft in the stranded ship is not partial, temporary, random, accidental. It is omnipresent, eternal, immortal, perfect, integral, total.
Stealing from the unsuspecting sailors of a stranded ship is the only job that is done with joy, a smile, whistling, with the right quality, at the right time, in the right place.
I forgive the muddy inhabitant of the stranded ship, he doesn't love it, he rejects it, he calls it haram. He only calls it halal when he steals it.
God knows how the stranded ship can emerge from the ocean of theft, with torn sails, without a compass, on this starless night.
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