The leader of the conspiracy, had been exactly as Fusheja would have liked. A woman. A woman who, of course, I am not sure if she knew Joseph Fusheja as much as Mr. Rama, with whom, in fact, the relationship could have been a little more beautiful than that of Napoleon with Fusheja. Who even in moments of rage did not lose respect for his extraordinary abilities, although he knew that this diabolical man was deceiving him. But Napoleon felt good, because the latter understood. While Vlora, disappointed as much as Mr. Rama's political acumen and in this case their short relationship.

The former head of the Sh.I.SH, driven by the kidnapping, the burning emotions of power and the raging passion of duty, allowed herself a totally unnecessary pleasure that she could have avoided. She missed the pleasure, always hitting uncomfortable truths in the face. Vlora, she did not spare her name. She even embroidered and hung it in the framework of the law, from where she will be remembered as a diligent digger of information and rumors.

So carelessly was this fat prey caught, that even the conspirators are wondering why the people rejoice so much in the execution of a man? Vlora did not foresee that the power of the people when they poke their noses into the life of dark affairs and far from revolutionary principles, is greater than the power of the famous radars, in the messages that we all saw. A courageous dedication of love and in the harshness of this wild time, not everyone has this fantasy. Therefore, it is appropriate for the whole city to talk about it.
Albanians do not forgive the success of others and she could not be the only spy and talkative in this game, right? That's what a neighbor told me in the elevator. Revolted, she even added that with money you buy power and with power you earn money. I don't know, I told her, I don't know Ergys Agasin to appreciate my skills and after dirty political intrigues to use me like special apparatus. Although, this romance of Vlora with Agasin reminded me of a book that I love. Manon Lesko, who could have been a perfect spy if she hadn't fallen in love and excessive passion pushed her towards great crimes for a man who at least offered her something.

What did Ergys Agasi offer that everyone reported to him? I remember an episode, in the podcast "Flet" that I hosted on Top Channel and I was forbidden to mention his name. Like the work of a lunch where it is forbidden to talk about politics and as soon as the soup is shared, a crazy debate does not delay in igniting the blood. However, this story that ignited our atmosphere, has ignited my curiosity about how events will unfold when Mr. Rama returns to the country. Apparently the prime minister has been satisfied with just observing Vlora. This is a typical trait of historical political masters, who usually despise and do not take seriously those who put them in charge of state duties; as much as the old habit of speeches from the other side about conspiracies and conspiracies, about traitors and intriguers, before taking office and submitting with devotion to the state, the people and the party.

Tiring!

How can a woman who is now the "Head of the conspiracy" escape the attention of the Prime Minister, to whom everything is subject, and remain undetected? Will he pounce on her like prey now that he is well-informed, or will he try to win back society's trust from the start in the face of the accusation he has been given the chance to bear? Or will he save another supporter, and will he execute the one he once considered a patriot as a vile and disgusting fraud, thus preventing other crimes and other betrayals.

We are all waiting for his speech, how the conspirators once and for all will not escape the vigilance of the people. However, no time should be wasted Mr. Prime Minister of Albania, because all the spies continue to bring data and secretly weave another blow. That only history will write on the external basis. Anyway, I like all this. Inspiring to shed light on a novel like "The Head of the Conspiracy" that of course you can write and not Ben Blushi.

It brought me back to Fushe's book and almost from an artistic perspective, all of this seems like a big drama, where the actors in the scenes set by the director are expected to have only a tragic end and the latter, like a good comedian, is not thinking about the stage but about the hall and the boxes. Which will never be empty, as long as we have the same deputies who never forget to buy two tickets. One for themselves and the other for the experience, all the fear that in the next fight they will have to go up on stage.

And to get there, there is no longer any need for auditions.

The list is already known.

We shared the authors.

Just something is messing us up again.

We don't know where the radars go off!