An old Albanian lives in Malësia close to Tuz. He would love to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is old and weak. His son is in college in Detroit, so the old man calls him on his cell phone.
"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure if you were here you would help me dig up the garden."
The following day, the old man receives a voice-mail message from His son at 3:45 p.m.:
"Beloved father, please don't touch the Garden. It's there that I have hidden ‘the THING’, Love Besnik".
At 4:02 p.m., the Montenegrin police, along with the special anti-terrorist unit, UDB-a, and the national army, visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can't find anything. Disappointed they leave.
A day later, the old man receives another voice-mail message from his son:
"Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That's all I could do for you from here, Love Besnik."
3 comments:
This is the best and most accurate depiction of how Albanians are treated (now) in Malesia!
Cheers!
please stop lying its disgraceful since this happened how come the old man in malesia doesnt have a name???????????
Of course the Old Man in Malesia has a name: [He] is the grandfather, father, son, brother, nephew, and grandson of every household in Malesia.
[His] stort resonates everywhere in Malesia.
[He] is the Albanian in Montenegro.
Open your eyes my brotha from another motha ...
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