The story of a Montenegrin Bato Tomasevic: An unforgettable baby shower meeting with Enver Hoxha in 1944 | DAILY GAZETTE
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Early the next morning we boarded our Avdo truck driver, rolled her manivelin, with which he lit the engine when the weather was cold. With strong engine rattle through plumes of smoke arising from silencer, we headed baby shower to Tirana. I felt that I had really begun a journey into the unknown - not Shkodra after my calculations I had heard in my childhood and early on it was to some extent known.
When we arrived baby shower in the capital had fallen the night. baby shower Murad led us to a school where everyone would sleep together in a class of her. Tired from the long journey, baby shower during which we had stopped many times at military checkpoints, fell to sleep immediately as we were wearing on straw mattresses laid on the floor.
In the morning we woke up early, with curiosity to see the city, but our launch baby shower pushed Murad told us not nguteshim, the rregulloheshim a pinch, baby shower expect a little more ... Near noon, two Albanian baby shower partisans, armed to the teeth, suddenly baby shower sprang baby shower onto classroom and stood at attention on each side of the door. They kept their eyes stuck away in the direction of the entrance corridor. A few minutes later, surrounded by bodyguards, appeared Albanian Supreme Commander Enver Hoxha and his wife. We meet him immediately from the great pictures we had seen in various places in Shkodra. Surprised and troubled by his sudden arrival in our environment, we have repaired fast as we could and were sealed in a row to stand at attention. With a smile he beckoned us to sit freely.
Before we leave for Albania, Veljko us had spoken briefly about him: he was thirty years old, a 'French teacher' who was laid off as a diplomat in Belgium because of his sympathy pro-Soviet and had pasandaj given in a French Albanian city. Veljko told us that it was important for us because he was the founder of the Albanian Communist Party, which is now working closely with our party on the same ideological platform.
Elegant and youthful in his uniform stitching for beauty, with thick hair, black, carefully brushed baby shower and painted brilantinë, he seemed most as one of the Italian officers wearing spic girls throwing Cetinje in the early days of the invasion rather than our commanders weather-beaten by the weather conditions. His new wife and beautiful also seemed more elegant dressed as a partisan.
"Comrade Enver Hoxha welcomes you you, his friends Montenegrins, baby shower who have come to fight in Albania. Together, we will defeat the enemy more easily and, after the war, will live together in a community of brothers states ... "
"... Now these friends from our OZNA city will tell you," continued Murad, "as Comrade Enver and his wife like to take the baton home to offer their hospitality Stana brother's wife."
"I would say, Nikic. To be sure of that, "I replied I whisper feeling slightly ashamed that I was treated differently from others because of my sister, but also quite nervous that will spend the day with Albanian leader.
When the others had gone, Enver Hoxha and his wife, Nexhmije, came and hugged me, then took me outside. When we got in, the cluster of people gathered in the streets roared and applauded for their leader, who greeted hand. Black limousine waiting for us rrezëllitëse that reminded me of what General Pirzio Birolli used to walk everywhere. Murad and one guard sat in front next to the driver, and I sat between the couple Hoxha in the rear seats of things. Some other guards armed with machine guns chasing after us in a car to explore. I hardly believe that I was walking in such a state and a society so high. While we almost baby shower gently slipping quietly along the wide boulevard surrounded by tall buildings and beautiful, Hoxha told me as the most important ones. I expressed surprise at the extent of the boulevard - several times larger than that of the main road to Cetinje.
Some guards waiting outside the building where they lived. Through a large iron gate we entered into a wide courtyard surrounded by a high wall and then went up the few wooden staircase to the second floor. The waiting room was large sofas around the walls, and colorful carpets covering the floor. Enver Hoxha removed the revolver from its holster baby shower and placed it on the floor beside him and, with Indissoluble military jacket, sat back relying on pillows on the sofa and told by Murad to stay at home
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Early the next morning we boarded our Avdo truck driver, rolled her manivelin, with which he lit the engine when the weather was cold. With strong engine rattle through plumes of smoke arising from silencer, we headed baby shower to Tirana. I felt that I had really begun a journey into the unknown - not Shkodra after my calculations I had heard in my childhood and early on it was to some extent known.
When we arrived baby shower in the capital had fallen the night. baby shower Murad led us to a school where everyone would sleep together in a class of her. Tired from the long journey, baby shower during which we had stopped many times at military checkpoints, fell to sleep immediately as we were wearing on straw mattresses laid on the floor.
In the morning we woke up early, with curiosity to see the city, but our launch baby shower pushed Murad told us not nguteshim, the rregulloheshim a pinch, baby shower expect a little more ... Near noon, two Albanian baby shower partisans, armed to the teeth, suddenly baby shower sprang baby shower onto classroom and stood at attention on each side of the door. They kept their eyes stuck away in the direction of the entrance corridor. A few minutes later, surrounded by bodyguards, appeared Albanian Supreme Commander Enver Hoxha and his wife. We meet him immediately from the great pictures we had seen in various places in Shkodra. Surprised and troubled by his sudden arrival in our environment, we have repaired fast as we could and were sealed in a row to stand at attention. With a smile he beckoned us to sit freely.
Before we leave for Albania, Veljko us had spoken briefly about him: he was thirty years old, a 'French teacher' who was laid off as a diplomat in Belgium because of his sympathy pro-Soviet and had pasandaj given in a French Albanian city. Veljko told us that it was important for us because he was the founder of the Albanian Communist Party, which is now working closely with our party on the same ideological platform.
Elegant and youthful in his uniform stitching for beauty, with thick hair, black, carefully brushed baby shower and painted brilantinë, he seemed most as one of the Italian officers wearing spic girls throwing Cetinje in the early days of the invasion rather than our commanders weather-beaten by the weather conditions. His new wife and beautiful also seemed more elegant dressed as a partisan.
"Comrade Enver Hoxha welcomes you you, his friends Montenegrins, baby shower who have come to fight in Albania. Together, we will defeat the enemy more easily and, after the war, will live together in a community of brothers states ... "
"... Now these friends from our OZNA city will tell you," continued Murad, "as Comrade Enver and his wife like to take the baton home to offer their hospitality Stana brother's wife."
"I would say, Nikic. To be sure of that, "I replied I whisper feeling slightly ashamed that I was treated differently from others because of my sister, but also quite nervous that will spend the day with Albanian leader.
When the others had gone, Enver Hoxha and his wife, Nexhmije, came and hugged me, then took me outside. When we got in, the cluster of people gathered in the streets roared and applauded for their leader, who greeted hand. Black limousine waiting for us rrezëllitëse that reminded me of what General Pirzio Birolli used to walk everywhere. Murad and one guard sat in front next to the driver, and I sat between the couple Hoxha in the rear seats of things. Some other guards armed with machine guns chasing after us in a car to explore. I hardly believe that I was walking in such a state and a society so high. While we almost baby shower gently slipping quietly along the wide boulevard surrounded by tall buildings and beautiful, Hoxha told me as the most important ones. I expressed surprise at the extent of the boulevard - several times larger than that of the main road to Cetinje.
Some guards waiting outside the building where they lived. Through a large iron gate we entered into a wide courtyard surrounded by a high wall and then went up the few wooden staircase to the second floor. The waiting room was large sofas around the walls, and colorful carpets covering the floor. Enver Hoxha removed the revolver from its holster baby shower and placed it on the floor beside him and, with Indissoluble military jacket, sat back relying on pillows on the sofa and told by Murad to stay at home
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