Friday, August 18, 2017

The waiter plonked down on the table a cup of java and the bill. He knew she was not a foreigner, so he didn't utter to say "enjoy" to her. Sarah fished her hand into her bag and got herself a paracetamol. She knew she had no money to buy water, so she had to chew it. "What a taste," she made such a face...

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


The Pont de Normandie bridge - France. Its total length is 2,143.21 metres. This is the last bridge to cross the Seine before it empties into the ocean. I believe I can fly. 😍 


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Sunday, August 13, 2017

It is a random Sunday morning. It is August, that means it is still summer. But the Dutch don't know the summer. She never, ever stops here, she doesn't even look at us at all. The rain looks as if it has set in for the rest of the day. Neither you nor I could do something. I was too tired, I still am. I threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs. I prepared myself a big cup of coffee, bigger than I usually do and then I sat down staring at the rain.

ps. I normally don't write in English, but I am giving a try. Don't be harsh on me! :)

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

I'm not one of them

They dropped her in the middle of a road, in the darkness, her clothes a mess. A pair of black fishnet tights, a patent leather skirt – if it could be called that – a camisole and a short, feathered jacket. She protested, but Baçi tore off whatever clothing she had left. If she wouldn’t wear what they offered, they’d send her out in the street naked. She was nothing but a corpse, dishonoured and walking by the bins, nothing better than trash itself.
Her feet dragged slowly on the pitch-black road that would now be her home. By the curb, they’d set fire to a mound of rubbish, used condoms and who knew what else. She kept her distance, not wanting to go near the other girls. Elma felt ashamed of the clothes she had on, ashamed of herself, of everyone.
She closed her eyes. If only I could turn to dust, into wind disappear, evaporate instantly. The blonde girl’s voice reminded her that the magic had not occurred; she was still there.
Ciao, come stai? Sei nuova? Non ti ho mai vista prima.’ The stranger spoke in an accent that sounded foreign. Elma had to leave immediately. She didn’t want to speak to the girl – she was a prostitute; Elma was not. The inner voice breathed coldly, tormenting her further: You are one of them, and even worse than them, Elmaaaaaa!
In the black of night, she noticed Baçi bringing another girl, one who looked terribly young, perhaps not yet sixteen.
Elma stood there, and the blonde did too, chattering away. Elma wanted to scream at her, tell her to shut her prattling gob.
‘Leave me alone!’ she said in a half-voice.
‘Aha, you’re Albanian,’ the other realised. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. It was difficult for me at the start too. Now it seems fine. I’ve got used to it. I make money, got enough for myself and some to spare for my family in Albania.’
Elma could not believe her eyes and ears. An Albanian girl who didn’t just prostitute without batting a remorseful eyelid, but actually felt happy about it?
‘I … I can’t do this, it’s impossible!’
‘Don’t be stupid. Those who brought you here aren’t just going to let you leave, so you better decide. I’ll help you tonight. I don’t know you, but someone helped me at the start. Maybe someday you’ll return the favour.’
‘You’re going to help me? How? Help me leave? But how?’
‘Who said anything about leaving? Leaving isn’t an option. I’ll help you by picking the first client for you – the rest, you’ll have to take care of yourself. For me, this is doing a lot. I’m letting you have my client. Do you understand how much I’m losing here?’
‘God, you call that help?’ Elma shrieked.
‘You’re a fussy one, aren’t you? I won’t be wasting my time with you all night. Decide! Do you want my client or not? Otherwise, you’ll be out here in the street. In the morning, you’ll have to answer for yourself and you won’t have a single lire to hand in. Trust me, that’s the tough part. That pretty face of yours will be caked in blood and, if you’re lucky, you’ll have a tooth or two left in your mouth.’ She laughed, and her false tooth shifted a little.
‘But I can’t ... I don’t know any of this ... don’t know how to …’
‘What do you mean? There’s never been a woman who doesn’t know how to win a man over, how to make love!’
‘But this isn’t love!’
‘You’ll get used to seeing it that way. This is your love, our love. There’s no other. Forgot to introduce myself. What’s your name?’
‘E–Elma. No, Vasiliqi, I think,’ she said.
‘Elma? What a strange name! Haven’t heard it before. You’ll be Vasiliqi to all the others, but not to me. And my name’s Eva – or, at least, that’s the name you’ll know me by. I’ll let you have my client tonight. Be polite to him. Tomorrow you’ll think about things differently and you’ll thank me.’
Thank her? For what? For bringing a stranger for me to entertain and who’ll gratify his male lust on my body?
Ciao, mia bella signorina, vieni con me stasera?She heard a man’s voice.
Eva approached his car and soon headed back towards Elma.
‘Go! He’s waiting. I’ve arranged the deal for you tonight. No need to thank me. The day will come when you’ll repay me for all of this.’
She hugged Elma around the waist, as if they were life-long friends, but in truth she was pushing her towards the car where the mysterious man waited impatiently for his night’s kill.
Elma moved stiffly, feeling no muscles. Her heart had ceased beating, but she was still alive. The man in front of her was guarding the gates of judgement. Would he point me to heaven or hell? She was undoubtedly headed for hell; she’d done so many ugly things – standing half-naked in front of a stranger for one.
Inside the car it felt warm. Out there, on the pavement, the cold had crept into her bones. He scanned her for a moment, head to toe, then they took off towards the big unknown...

*
Days and nights became all the same to Elma. Clinging to her miserable existence, she dragged herself to that place time and again. Tani was rarely seen around, but Baçi personally made sure that she got there every night. He watched from a distance as clients rolled up. She ran towards strangers’ cars.
Elma needed the money desperately, her soul sold to the devil ever since they left her starving for a week. Every night, she walked around the filthy alley that reeked of sweat, urine and sperm, like a dog scouring for a bone to live on for a few more days.

*
Six months went by, which seemed to be a lifetime. Jeton was almost forgotten to her; her own self was forgotten to her, but once a month she was forced to call her mother.
‘I’m OK, Mum. We’ve been at work, that’s why we can’t call you often. As soon as we’ve sorted the paperwork, we’re coming back to visit you. I miss you so much.’ She always said the same thing to her mother. Then, at the end of the year, Vera received a package of presents from Elma and Tani.

A chapter from "The Sin".  For more just click on the link below:

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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

"A writer lives in another world. She hands her world to you by writing it in a book."- T.M. Një shkrimtar jeton në një tjetër botë. Ajo të jep botën e saj në një libër. S'të mbetet gjë tjetër vecse ta lexosh. 👻😍📝📚#amwriting❤✒ #inspiration😍 #writerslife

Monday, June 5, 2017

A title is the most difficult part of my story.

Monday, May 29, 2017

"Nobody will believe you. It's like being in Amsterdam, and saying that I have never used hash," she said. "Askush nuk do të të besojë. Eshtë njëlloj si të thuash se kam qenë në Amsterdam, por nuk kam provuar hashash," tha ajo. 🙈👻😎😜😍❤️ #amsterdam #lovetoseetheworld🌏#onceuponatime #whenwewhereyoung😂

Thursday, May 25, 2017



A writer's life is like chasing a shadow. #amwriting #indieauthor #selfpub #writerslife #booklover #goodreads  amzn.to/2rXiC6h 😍📝📚

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Ej ti, shqiptare e prapë,
që shkon kur mërzitesh
prej nesh,
që vjen kur mërzitesh,
prej tyre. 👌📚📝

Poezia êshtë shkëputur nga libri: "Ftesë për flirt" - Flutura Açka
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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Accept your eye wrinkles, and life becomes more easy! 

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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

My dream house! 😎😜 I would live here for ages, and write of course. 👻✍️✌️🔥

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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Aha, that's why Dutch people live happy! All you need is a 🚲💐🌾 #Thehague #Holland #Lovethiscity

Sunday, April 30, 2017

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There is no #border here Mr. #Trump. Netherlands, the second 😎😜👻 Baarle Nassau-Baarle Hertog. 

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

She

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She never liked working there. It has almost been two years since the first time she had set foot in there and she still couldn’t get used to the smell of wet newspapers coming from unsold paper stacks that were kept in the basement. A group of people yelling and talking at the same time, some smoking in the front room and the others talking to themselves, sitting in front of their computers. She walked without noticing anyone, yet she could feel the weight of their eyes on her shoulders. She was turning red and she hated it. She just didn’t need it at that moment, not until...

Ajo nuk e kishte pëlqyer asnjëherë atë vend pune. Po bëheshin pothuajse dy vjet që kur kishte vënë këmbën për herë të parë dhe ende nuk po mësohej me erën e lagësht të gazetave, që vinte nga bodrumi ku mbaheshin stoqet e pashituara. Një grup njerëzisht bërtisnin e flisnin në të njëjtën kohë, disa të tjerë pinin cigare në paradhomë, ndërsa disa të tjerë flisnin me vete para kompjuterit. Ajo ecte pa parë askënd, ndjente mbi supe dhjetëra sy. Po skuqej. Sa e urrente këtë gjë. Ishte pika e saj e dobët. Nuk i duhej në ato momente, jo deri sa...

Translated by S. Duli

Coming soon...)

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Monday, April 24, 2017

Next day, Ana got dressed. A black figure-hugging skirt, just above the knee, accentuated her curvaceous bottom; her low-cut neckline left the door open to fantasy. She tied her hair back. Her eyes glowed and her heart raced so fast it was coming out of chest. Delicately, she lined her eyes with black pencil: with the same rhythm, she applied some mascara and, at the end, some bright lipstick. She resembled a modern version of a geisha. This wild lady was ready for some craziness. Ana set off to God knows where.

Ana u vesh. Një fund i zi, pak mbi gju që i rrinte ngjitur pas trupit, ia nxirrte në pah vithet e hedhura, dekolteja linte hapur rrugën për fantazi. Flokët i mblodhi shtrëngur pas kokës, sytë i vezëllinin, ndërsa zemra i rrihte aq fort, sa dukej se do t’i dilte nga kraharori. Me delikatesë shkoi mbi qepalla një laps të zi, me po të njëjtin ritëm rimelin e në fund një buzëkuq të ndezur. Ngjasonte me një geishë të versionit modern. Kjo femër e prapë, ishte gati për marrëzi. U nis e një Zot e di se ku.


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Friday, April 21, 2017

Scared to face the reality

You could see women getting dressed in front of mirrors, putting make-up on to deceive men during the day. 'They are like me Andrea, me and those women, we do the same, we don’t face the reality, but instead of make-up I use my wheelchair,’ he said

Shqip më poshtë:

Prej andej mund të kundroje gratë teksa visheshin para pasqyrës, trukoheshin për të mashtruar burrat gjatë ditës.

'Ato janë si unë Andrea, unë dha ato gra jemi njëlloj, bëjmë të njëjtën gjë, ne nuk e pranojmë realitetin; por në vend të makiazhit, unë fshihem pas një karrigeje me rrota'.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Monday, April 17, 2017

It is all about likes

It was all about money! Now, it is all about likes 😎😉
Na ishte një herë e gjitha për para! Sot, është e gjitha për like

Friday, April 14, 2017

Where to hangout in the Netherlands


Everywhere! You can enjoy a glass of wine at the egde of the canals in Amsterdam, it has a special view. When the sun shines (which is a rare occasion) and he gives his final kiss of the day, people accept it by drinking wine, sitting on their terraces. It's like in the movies, catch the moment! You can find something nice to do at the narrow streets of the Hague, or at the famous beach of Scheveningen. You can also visit Utrecht, or Rotterdam. At 'Oude Haven' (original name in dutch) close to the Cubic Houses, or Markthaal you will find a lot to do. Take some pictures, drink something on the run, or buy some dutch cheese in Markthaal. Don't forget to visit museums, which are a lot. Despite Amsterdam, a noisy city, where the night and the day don't have a break, at the other cities, life is more quiet. Maybe is not for nothing that the former Queen, and the King of now, have chosen Wassenaar (close to the Hague) to live.


Part of my interview at ' Madame Mapo Magazine'

http://www.madamemapo.al/teuta-metra-roterdami-i-dashurise/

Ku të kthesh një gotë në Holandë

Gjithandej! Të shijon një gotë verë edhe buzë rrugës pranë kanaleve të famshme të Amsterdamit, është një pamje e rrallë. Kur është diell dhe pak ngrohtë, të rinjtë ulen nëpër këto bordura dhe kalojnë disa momente në harmoni me njëri-tjetrin. Është si nëpër filma, i gëzohen momentit. Por mund të shkosh dhe nëpër rrugicat e ngushta të Hagës, në qendrën e Utrecht-it apo portin e vjetër të Roterdamit (oude haven) ngjitur me shtëpitë kubike, dhe do të marrësh të njëjtën kënaqësi. Ajo që më pëlqen më shumë nga Holanda është se jeta bëhet njëlloj, si në kryeqytet ashtu edhe në të gjitha qytet e tjetra, kudo gjen diçka interesante për të bërë. Madje, ndryshe nga Amsterdami, një kryeqytet i zhurmshëm, ku nata dhe dita nuk njohin ndarje, në pjesët e tjera është më qetësi. Ndoshta jo më kot mbretëresha dikur dhe mbreti i tanishëm kanë zgjedhur për të jetuar  në Wassenaar, pranë Hagës. Këtu vlen shprehja e famshme: “Pranë detit, pranë mbretit!”

Shkëputur nga intervista ime dhënë revistës 'Madame Mapo'.

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Anne Frank, I took the same stairs today

Today, I walked the same stairs you did, Anne Frank. What a feeling, knowing  that I touched the same floor as you did.




I was inside of the place that used to be your room, your space. I saw the attic, it was there, untouched. In every step I took, I could feel like your spirit was still there, watching us.


You know, the world has gone crazy out there. People are fighting each-other. There is such a hate and angry everywhere. There are some bad guys, they don't have the same hair like Adolf Hitler, but they use the same language, and they drink together expensive wines and champagnes. Trump, Wilders, Putin, Erdogan - there all look alike to me, dictators share things... What a shame what they did to you, and what a shame what they are still doing to rest of the world!







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And yes, you did Anne Frank! You are a great writer!

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Living in the time of cholera

Acting like a tourist in your own town. A bunker to remind us the hard time, we have gone through. Tirana, where you can not forget the past. The second picture is from inside of the bunker. 

Monday, February 6, 2017

Albania second

Are the politicians in Tirana the Mexicans of Albania? Can we surrounded the parliament with a wall and let them pay for it? What a great idea, I just come up with it right now. It's a brilliant idea! I think they will love it too;) they- the politicians. 
ps. I forgot: From this day forward, it's gonna be Albania second;)
Feel free to comment and add funny stuff, but no hate and offensive words pls. Let's make it fun! :) 

Monday, January 2, 2017

It's a new day

Motto of the year: keep writing 365 days of the year and be romantic as well :) Happy New Year my friends