Bato Tomasevic Montenegrin story: An unforgettable meeting with Enver Hoxha in 1944 | DAILY NEWSPAPERS
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Early the next morning we entering into our truck and Avdo, driver, rolled manivelin, with whom he lit the engine when the weather was cold. With strong engine rattle through biva plumes biva of smoke arising from the silencer, we headed towards Tirana. I felt that I had really begun a journey into the unknown - not Shkodra my calculations because biva I had heard that in my earliest childhood, and it was to some extent known.
When we arrived in the Albanian capital had fallen the night. Murad led us to a school, biva where they slept together in her class. Tired from the long journey, during which we had stopped many times at military checkpoints, fell to sleep immediately as dressed as we were on straw mattresses laid on the ground.
In the morning woke up early, with curiosity to see the city, but our launch pushed Murad told us not to nguteshim, the rregulloheshim a pinch, wait a little more ... Near noon, two Albanian partisans, armed to the teeth, they just arrived unexpectedly in the classroom and stood at attention on each side of the door. They kept their eyes still stuck 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 biva by his sudden arrival in our environment, we were repaired quickly as we could and lines of us shun attitude. With a smile he beckoned us somewhere to stay loose.
Before we leave for Albania, Veljko spoke to us briefly about him: he was thirty years old, a "teacher of French" who was fired as a diplomat in Belgium because of his sympathy pro-Soviet and had pasandaj French given in an Albanian town. 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 biva for beauty, with thick hair, black, carefully brushed and painted with Pak, he seemed most as one of the Italian officers who shoot spic dressed girls in Cetinje in the days before the invasion than our commanders lights up on weather conditions. His new wife and beautiful also seemed more elegant dressed as a partisan.
"Comrade Enver Hoxha you welcomes you, his friends Montenegrins, who have come to fight in Albania. Together, we will defeat the enemy more easily and, after the war, we will live together in a community of brothers states ... "
"... Now these friends from our OZNA will show you the city," continued Murad, "while Comrade biva Enver and his wife are willing to take the baton at home to offer their hospitality Stana wife's brother."
"I would say, Nikica. To be sure of that, "I pointed to whisper feeling slightly ashamed that I was treated differently from others because of my sister, but also quite nervous that I would spend the day with the Albanian leader.
When the others had gone, Enver Hoxha and his wife, Nexhmije, came and embraced me, then took me outside. When we got in, the cluster biva of people biva gathered biva in the streets roared and applauded for their leader, who welcomed by hand. Black limousine waiting biva for us rrezëllitëse that reminded me that General Pirzio Birolli biva used to walk everywhere. Murad and one guard sat in front next to the driver, while I sat between the couple biva 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. As we gently slipping almost silently along the wide boulevard surrounded by high buildings and beautiful, Hoxha told me as the most important ones. I expressed surprise at the breadth of the boulevard - several times larger than that of the main road to Cetinje.
Some guards were waiting outside the building where they lived. Through a large iron gate we entered biva into a wide courtyard surrounded by a high wall and then we went through some wooden biva staircase to the second floor. The waiting room was large sofas around the walls, and the floor covered with colorful carpets. Enver Hoxha removed the revolver from the holster and placed it on the floor beside him and, with pazbërthyer military jacket, biva sat back relying on the couch pillows and told by Murat to stay at home to
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Early the next morning we entering into our truck and Avdo, driver, rolled manivelin, with whom he lit the engine when the weather was cold. With strong engine rattle through biva plumes biva of smoke arising from the silencer, we headed towards Tirana. I felt that I had really begun a journey into the unknown - not Shkodra my calculations because biva I had heard that in my earliest childhood, and it was to some extent known.
When we arrived in the Albanian capital had fallen the night. Murad led us to a school, biva where they slept together in her class. Tired from the long journey, during which we had stopped many times at military checkpoints, fell to sleep immediately as dressed as we were on straw mattresses laid on the ground.
In the morning woke up early, with curiosity to see the city, but our launch pushed Murad told us not to nguteshim, the rregulloheshim a pinch, wait a little more ... Near noon, two Albanian partisans, armed to the teeth, they just arrived unexpectedly in the classroom and stood at attention on each side of the door. They kept their eyes still stuck 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 biva by his sudden arrival in our environment, we were repaired quickly as we could and lines of us shun attitude. With a smile he beckoned us somewhere to stay loose.
Before we leave for Albania, Veljko spoke to us briefly about him: he was thirty years old, a "teacher of French" who was fired as a diplomat in Belgium because of his sympathy pro-Soviet and had pasandaj French given in an Albanian town. 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 biva for beauty, with thick hair, black, carefully brushed and painted with Pak, he seemed most as one of the Italian officers who shoot spic dressed girls in Cetinje in the days before the invasion than our commanders lights up on weather conditions. His new wife and beautiful also seemed more elegant dressed as a partisan.
"Comrade Enver Hoxha you welcomes you, his friends Montenegrins, who have come to fight in Albania. Together, we will defeat the enemy more easily and, after the war, we will live together in a community of brothers states ... "
"... Now these friends from our OZNA will show you the city," continued Murad, "while Comrade biva Enver and his wife are willing to take the baton at home to offer their hospitality Stana wife's brother."
"I would say, Nikica. To be sure of that, "I pointed to whisper feeling slightly ashamed that I was treated differently from others because of my sister, but also quite nervous that I would spend the day with the Albanian leader.
When the others had gone, Enver Hoxha and his wife, Nexhmije, came and embraced me, then took me outside. When we got in, the cluster biva of people biva gathered biva in the streets roared and applauded for their leader, who welcomed by hand. Black limousine waiting biva for us rrezëllitëse that reminded me that General Pirzio Birolli biva used to walk everywhere. Murad and one guard sat in front next to the driver, while I sat between the couple biva 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. As we gently slipping almost silently along the wide boulevard surrounded by high buildings and beautiful, Hoxha told me as the most important ones. I expressed surprise at the breadth of the boulevard - several times larger than that of the main road to Cetinje.
Some guards were waiting outside the building where they lived. Through a large iron gate we entered biva into a wide courtyard surrounded by a high wall and then we went through some wooden biva staircase to the second floor. The waiting room was large sofas around the walls, and the floor covered with colorful carpets. Enver Hoxha removed the revolver from the holster and placed it on the floor beside him and, with pazbërthyer military jacket, biva sat back relying on the couch pillows and told by Murat to stay at home to
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