Loro Cini, the villager with "anti-party" humor

By: Pjetër Logoreci

The people of Shkodran, who know the katundari from Rrenci - Loro Cini, are reminded of the history and indelible memories of this figure. Lorja was special, but also enigmatic in terms of the way he behaved, spoke, and stood, but even more so because of the "ideological" jokes that he let loose. Talk to him, touch him with my hand and watch him for the effect of his words, so much so that many who thought he was a "provocateur" were brought in by security to "fish" some contingent for prison.

By chance, once at the artist's house in Shkoder, while Lorja was heading to the city with a glass of brandy and a bag of strings of tobacco.

As jealous and dirty as he was, he walked and mocked people with his fists, as if he were a red commissar.

- ... "The Party charged me" ... took me to the city - he shouted in a high voice, pointing to the "illegal" charge he was carrying on his back.

Every young man, who were waiting for the exit of the artistic girls, started to laugh and make fun of the villager from Rrenci.

- Come closer, come a little closer, let me tell you what happened to me after what happened... - Lorja invites us all while we were there, giving you a sign of approach....

- We listen even here where you are - someone who knew that it was "danger" told him and approached me, because the guard of the artist present there was a "fuks" to close the door.

- It was the first months... when they entered. Together with my father, we were gathering greens in the garden, while my mother was picking figs... - Lorja begins with a sigh after putting the load on the corner of the asphalt - when a row of partisans is passing through our garden, we are covered in dust I said about bread and water...

- Are you tired? - leaves his father as a sympathizer of the liberator.

No answer, while a tired man who was at the end of the line stopped and asked for water.

We gave water to him and those who came after him.

- Stop for five minutes and take a fig with a mouthful... - father begs - the woman has just picked the fig.

- No, no, thank you. Long live the Party... spoke a mouth walking above the water.

- We were surprised, they told me the truth - continues Lorja - how he ran away like that, without touching a single fig. Years passed, and the party was always "stronger and more loved", and "in the party's own hands", we also took care of our residents with figs and drinking water. Now I go out with my mother and we hang out in the fresh air, next to a bunker that "fell to pieces" in front of me, because our garden was taken by greed. I said to my mother: Do you know, mother, why those partisans didn't take a single fig then? ... Because they thought about it since they came, they took us with all their strength...

- Shut your mouth, Loro, because your mouth is sloppy... - screamed the artist's catfish guard, take the corner of your jacket with you, showing the anger that the dictatorship of the proletariat had given him...