Erla/ For the right person and the right job!

2025-01-26 15:02:00, Opinione Edison Ypi

Erla
The television moderator can approach the guest in several ways:
Face to face, like a wolf to a lamb. With a barrage of questions and criticism. Without letting him catch his breath. The guest is terrified. Along with the zero result, the audience's expectations evaporate. This moderator, who seems to be a loser, is a bankrupt, a failure, a scoundrel who doesn't make two lek.

They approach the guest from behind. Like a jackal chasing a carrion. Sneaking up on him like a shadow, cunningly, secretly, in a Machiavellian style. The guest doesn't expect this, he's scared by the shadow that's following him, he gets disoriented, he doesn't understand what's happening. He says to himself: Woe is me, I went to church, I ended up in the cemetery. The guest becomes speechless. The audience becomes numb. The conversation takes over.

It happens that the moderator even comes out to the guest. Like a chicken coop. With a spond. With a playful eye. From the disgusting game, the guest feels like vomiting. One chicken, another one's skill, time is up. The director introduced publicity with some medicine that will turn you from 50 to 20 within a day. Shame beyond shame.
There is also access from above, the moderator tramples the guest with his foot, when the guest is some kind of sinner.

Or from below, with the opportunity to trample the guest with his feet, with the mud, when the guest is a thief or a mafia member, etc.
Fortunately, these above are not the only possibilities.

There is another. When the moderator, without any premeditation, without hassle, without preconditions, without trickery, stands by the guest. Accompanying him. Walking with him. Not to scare him, defeat him, influence him. To make him say what to say. As clearly as possible. As precisely as possible. As equidistant from every economic, political pole, etc. And he succeeds.

As the Arab proverb says:
With wisdom you can pull a camel with a thread. With violence you cannot pull a thread with a camel.

The only one of all who applies the proverb about camels and silk threads is one, and there is no other.
The most clear, the most capable, the most serious, the most dignified, the most humane, the most modest, the most humble, the most unassuming, the one and only, Erla Mëhilli.

Some pretend to be economists, but they do politics.
Some pretend to be journalists, but they do fraud.
There are those who pretend to be honest, but they steal by trading influence.
There are those who pretend to be patriots, but they are spies for Serbia and Greece.

Erla, no, Erla has nothing to do with these. Erla is not a manipulator. Erla is a journalist. Erla does what she says and says what she does, her job.
Erla does what seems simplest, but is the most difficult. What seems easiest, but is the most tiring. What seems most ordinary, but is the most amazing.
They all go from complicated to nothing.

Erla Mëhilli travels from the simple to the most useful, the most valuable.
The more they talk, intervene, interrupt, the more they make the guest and the audience uncomfortable.
Erla, without being intrusive at all, the more often she intervenes, the more she corrects, corrects, optimizes.
The corrective effect of Erla's frequent interventions is Her most wonderful feature. Even for this merit alone, Erla Mëhilli has little Paradise.

Erla intervenes. Not rarely and little. Often and deeply. But in a way that does not invade, does not disturb, does not annoy anyone. Only beautifully, with style, tactfully, fairly, and no one takes it badly. No one gets upset by Erla's interventions, no one is offended, on the contrary, they completely approve of her.

Wooden, dry, scraggly, unpalatable, unpleasant, others have not only the words, the vocabulary, the question, the answer, the gesture, the twists, the tricks, but everything.
Wooden Erla has absolutely nothing.

How Erla achieved this level of professional perfectionism in a country where everything is lies and theft is unknown. Having learned the wisdom, intelligence, style, and experience of the journalism divas of the past, Erla destroyed it with the energy, speed, and dynamism of modern journalism is the only assumption that can be made.

The next question: How has Erla managed to be totally self-sufficient without being polluted at all by the masturbatory media filth that surrounds her? This is a multi-million dollar question that Janullatusi could answer. But now that the priest is dead and we can't ask him, this question can be answered by the Head of the Bektashi State, His Grace Baba Mondi.

Erla is not an alchemist. Erla does not turn mud into gold. But with her human qualities and professional skills, Erla effortlessly turns mud into magic.
Dogs, cats, hawks, jackals, hyenas, vipers, eels, crabs, insects, they do well to sleep because they cannot be compared to Erla .
The great and omnipotent God, to fix something in this lost world, could have chosen some fool from those who boast of having visited the Monastery of Lima in Peru before the Monastery of Saint Marena in Mokër. It did not even occur to her. For the right person and the right job, she chose the wise Erla Mëhilli. /CNA