And so it happened really . As
in the poem Kadare " ... one by one they came ," and continues : " in
the pocket a card ... " , but these " illegals " coming to Babush club
were not so.
Most mobile rang . A familiar voice . My friend spoke , Fuat Memeli .- Do you have goods to meet a distant friend ?- No, no , - I answered his question a little witty . And left the venue. It made this country less symbolic and , between us , in konfidincialitet call : to Babush club And I added : - I 've made them rascal who migrated later age ! It is understood that this was a gibe and so . . Common
themselves are all creative and the second : Fuat guests Memelit that
soon is coming back to America , how much has come from there . In brief : this was a meeting between miqësh goods .To do and little known , Babus , who is no other than Professor Murat Gecaj , this friend so altruistic and ubiquitous . This
, Babus , is not that the owner of a club , but as " discoverer " of
this small club , a bit hidden from the eyes of the world . Small, small , but to the club ( club Babush ) finds its incarnation it comes popular : small thorns , hides big bunny .
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