And since I use Albanian as expressive tool in the profession and means of communication in everyday life , I feel a duty to focus a problem . I do not want to deal with syntax , morphology or distortions that make our language casting ears everywhere . Neither do I nor any spectacular proposal to enrich or remove any voice here , of any salient consonants there. This ... because I am not a linguist . But I am a parent . For the time that I want to do , but I am attracted ... who knows why , but now was filled cup .
The story begins a winter afternoon , when my daughter in fourth grade , the school " Edith Durham " , in the center of Tirana , was an ambiguity in the case of the Albanian language and seeks help for a story that was there . Before it clear to my daughter should read the story . Read the story and was more occupied as a current .
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