FALSE FRIENDSHIP

In the years before the destruction of the Yugoslav Federation, I had many friends whom I had close relationships with, if you could say like brothers. With the destruction of Federal Yugoslavia, most of them fled to Asylum, and gained their status, especially those who fled to Sweden. They settled there and ended up being only translators, not much more, but they succeeded, because Sweden was a welfare state to the maximum. My closest friend was Enver Rexhepin, who was years younger than me, but he was then a boy and a listener. I helped him learn to play the harmonica, so my mother did not separate him from anything, what he knitted for me T-shirts and things she made for him as well. When I had to leave this country, I chose Sweden, hoping that he would find support there, but I was wrong. He had forgotten that we were once one and shared everything together. While I was there, he never met me, even though we were not far from the settlements. Even some things that my relatives had given him, he didn't bring them to me personally, but by mail. I was convinced that he was naturalized and that he was only looking out for his own interest, and I gave up hope that you would find his support. They didn't reject me from their Migration, but they kept me waiting, and they didn't give me a work permit, so that I could look for work in the cities where I lived. I went to Sweden three times, and Sweden didn't give me any chance, even though I learned the language with courses there, I got certificates, I did internships to adapt to the way of work in Sweden, even from those places where I did internships, I got certificates, but where I applied for work, they didn't give me the chance to work. I fought like Don Quixote with the Windmill, I didn't give up, but in a foreign country, if someone reaches out for help, you have enough to get into that country's system. This Enver Rexhepi, who used to live here where the wild boar is slaughtered, isolates me completely and has never appeared, not even for my son when I change my life. The tree realizes that it has no eyes and cheeks and no conscience, that time trembles and trembles, says Fishta from Gradimi four degrees, the day will come when it will be chosen, and from the strija, the rotten tree will be thrown. God, if you have patience, give you the strength to endure everything, well then the reward will come in His time. Enver Rexhepi can't be anything more than a translator, while I have an excessive Superior education, I saw the Swedes, it didn't suit me, so I needed his help. I have faith in God, my God, Enver Rexhepi, and I am sure that one day, I will return to Sweden, even if I was with a cane. Then you won't have eyes and cheeks to meet me again. False friendship is dead. NOBEL@