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2026-06-24 19:29:00, Opinione Luan Rama

IRANIAN AGENT AND ALBANIAN PRIME MINISTER

So, finally, the agent was discovered!
And what an agent, one of those with a beard and a ponytail; an Iranian agent.

There is still no public information on how the agent was recruited, nor how much he was paid by MOIS (this is the acronym in English for the Ministry of Intelligence of the Islamic Republic of Iran, as it comes from the Ministry of Intelligence and Security) or in Persian, VAJA, but surely the Albanian Intelligence Service must also have this information, from the same sources from which it discovered the Iranian agent, infiltrated in the large daily protest of the citizens of Tirana.

The secret that he had been struggling to keep inside himself, despite the temptation to reveal it to the protesters, he only confessed more directly after the agent came out and spoke at the protest.

The Prime Minister of Albania did not tell us whether the agent spoke from his own head or because he was given such an agent's code of conduct, but Migjen's "satisfied pigs" were found to justify everything he had said day after day during the protest.

“As the satisfied Mexican pigs of the 'intellectual' segment of the protest said, Iran has nothing to do with it, huh…?”

Everyone memorized this sentence, taken from the Prime Minister's own Facebook post. They had to be prepared for any situation.

It is not known who the "satisfied pigs" were, but that's all it took, and they all took turns to each take a piece of the agent in their hand and with their own piece of the agent prove who was the most skillful.

The blacks, because they have no idea what Migjen's "satisfied pigs" mean, appeared even more satisfied than the pigs themselves, not knowing which face to choose; that of Socrates or that of the pig?!

– This was the mistake the Prime Minister made, said the most zealous one.
– Or maybe it was his own trap to see how far we could go in stupidity, replied the most cheerful one.

The interlocutor looked at him in surprise, as if to say what nonsense is involved here, what connection the Prime Minister has with nonsense, but that was all, without daring to speak.

While one of the most vocal among them said that instead of Migjen, to make the spy story more complete, the Prime Minister could have chosen Naim, because Naim was connected to Iran, he also knew the language. Then Naim is known, loved, and honored in Iran. They have even issued a postage stamp in his honor. Isn't the stamp and the mail itself a coded spy message...

What about Migjeni and Iran?
Then in Iran they don't even eat pork, moreover...

They were in a mess and didn't know where to put it. Moreover, they didn't know where to hand over the piece of the agent they were clutching, worried that he might escape. They had done all that effort to catch him.

– At SPAK, they deal with these things, the devout militant remembered, being careful not to mispronounce SPAK's name.

But no one reacted. Everyone pretended not to hear him.

– In SPAK?! Who spoke, who mentioned SPAK?!

The voice was so vengeful that the poor girl lowered her head and didn't even dare to breathe.

– Only he, the Prime Minister, knows these things, continued the voice, not as vindictive as at the beginning. If they take him to SPAK, maybe the truth will come out and the game will burn.
– Great job, let them take him and punish him, he said with bulging eyes, raising his hand with his agent's piece.
– Leave SPAK alone, because I just got out of there and I still haven't recovered, said the voice with spiky hair.

He was right.

Is the rope mentioned in the hanged man's house?!