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Post by terroreign on Apr 10, 2008 14:32:37 GMT -5
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Post by fannoli on Apr 10, 2008 16:40:29 GMT -5
i like i like
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Post by ILIRI I MADH on Apr 10, 2008 23:46:18 GMT -5
She's not a mix, she is 100% Albanian from Malsia e Madhe and i know her!
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Post by terroreign on Apr 11, 2008 2:37:12 GMT -5
even being 100% albanian from Malsia, she most likely has some mixed ancestry, concerning tribes and whatnot!
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Post by albaniansoul on Apr 11, 2008 7:10:09 GMT -5
Lies. Albanians do not mix with Slavs. If they did mix, its with Slavs with Albanian ancestry. To revive the Albanians in them
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Post by captainalbania on Apr 11, 2008 13:53:48 GMT -5
Alb soul don't be a retard.
when the border changed sides it left a lot of people on the wrong sides. For example a lot of albanian people were left in Montenegro and a lot of Montenegrins were left in Shkoder.
Of course to this day you have Albanians who's paternal ancestry is montenegrin slav such as myself.
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Post by julius on Apr 11, 2008 14:10:30 GMT -5
Was Migjeni a montenegrin?
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Post by atlantis on Apr 11, 2008 15:00:44 GMT -5
MILLOSH GJERGJ NIKOLLA......................
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Post by atlantis on Apr 11, 2008 15:47:17 GMT -5
Alb soul don't be a retard. when the border changed sides it left a lot of people on the wrong sides. For example a lot of albanian people were left in Montenegro and a lot of Montenegrins were left in Shkoder. Of course to this day you have Albanians who's paternal ancestry is montenegrin slav such as myself. Any family could be called malazez, but 600000 Montenegrin solders cannot create a pure Montenegro nation always by raping albanian woman Most of albanian were slaviced to protect their family and an their land so originally they are albanian too... further bosnian family in shkoder and Podgorica were ilirian albanian slaviced times ago ...but maybe they forgot... Karagjorgjevic was a albanian blood too. 2-3 generation and people get lost of their origin, look people are telling me I'm Canadian originally 100-years old history...
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Post by donnie on Apr 11, 2008 15:51:47 GMT -5
Not 'alot'. There are a few families with Muslm Slav origins from Podgorica. And then there is the village of Vraka that consists of some 2,000 souls. I wouldn't compare this to 40-50,000 Albanians in Montenegro.
Migjeni was from Dibra, but he worked as a teacher in the village of Vraka which is inhabited by Montenegrins who's ancestors fled a blood feud in the 1700s. Vasil Shanto however was Montenegrin.
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Post by terroreign on Apr 11, 2008 17:07:00 GMT -5
These muslim slavs are Montenegrin by ethnicity, and theres not a few, but a solid amount in Shkoder, with many of their origins coming form Skadar/Shkoder.
Then in the village of Vraka is mostly Zetans who left Montenegro because of blood feud, and others left over from the Battle of Skadar.
I'm not so sure about Migjeni being from Macedonia, his sister went to school in Montenegro, and he himself was born in Skadar. Although he did go to school in Macedonia or something of that sort.
But my grandparents went to school in Skopia, so it really doesnt matter.
I see him as a Montenegrin, along with Vasil.
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Post by julius on Apr 11, 2008 17:21:59 GMT -5
He did go to Macedonia for school. I know that he was orthodox and there is a small orthodox community in Shkoder. Now are they national albs for sure? Or maybe montenegrin origin? Just curious, from a Kadare interview.
Kadare said that we should be more proud if he was mnegin and choose our language and culture. Great writer, I have first read him when I was a little boy (didnt understand some of gheg dialect, but after the reading I enjoyed talking like that)
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Post by donnie on Apr 11, 2008 17:22:13 GMT -5
They don't see themselves as Montenegrins really, and only a few (if at all) have preserved their ancestors' speech. These families, such as the Alivodiqët (Alivodic) can be counted with fingers.
He was born in Shkodra, but his father was from Dibra.
If Migjeni had Slav origins, which he probably did, it wasn't Montenegrin, as his origins are in Dibra. Nevertheless, regardless of what his ancestors were, he was an Albanian poet who wrote Albanian poems. End of story.
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Post by plisbardhi on Apr 11, 2008 17:27:17 GMT -5
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Post by terroreign on Apr 11, 2008 17:37:40 GMT -5
Not true, look up their group site, they have their own Montenegrin Association which works to preserve their language and identity
They all see themselves as Montenegrins, hence the name of their group, "Albamontenegro".
Not only are the Alivodici members but the Culic's as well as many others.
There are about 2000 ethnic Montenegrins in Macedonia.
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Post by PrijesDardanian on Apr 11, 2008 17:41:02 GMT -5
which area live those 2000 montengrins in Macedonia?
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Post by terroreign on Apr 11, 2008 17:46:21 GMT -5
Mostly in Skopje, but I believe there may have been small Montenegrin colonys elsewhere, most likely west of there.
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Post by atlantis on Apr 11, 2008 19:41:28 GMT -5
Migjeni is the best describing the poverty.
Poem of poverty
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow, A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow, When you watch the pale faces and rheumy eyes Observing you like ghosts and holding out thin hands; Behind you they lie, stretched out Their whole lives through, until the moment of death. Above them in the air, as if in disdain, Crosses and stony minarets pierce the sky, Prophets and saints in many colours radiate splendour. And poverty feels betrayed.
Poverty carries its own vile imprint, It is hideous, repulsive, disgusting. The brow that bears it, the eyes that express it, The lips that try in vain to hide it Are the offspring of ignorance, the victims of disdain, The filthy scraps flung from the table At which for centuries Some pitiless, insatiable dog has fed. Poverty has no good fortune, only rags, The tattered banners of a hope Shattered by broken promises.
Poverty wallows in debauchery. In dark corners, together with dogs, rats, cats, On mouldy, stinking, filthy mattresses, Naked breasts exposed, sallow dirty bodies, With feelings overwhelmed by bestial desire, They bite, devour, suck, kiss the sullied lips, And in unbridled lust the thirst is quenched, The craving stilled, and self-consciousness lost. Here is the source of the imbeciles, the servants and the beggars Who will tomorrow be born to fill the streets.
Poverty shines in the eyes of the newborn, Flickers like the pale flame of a candle Under a ceiling blackened with smoke and spider webs, Where human shadows tremble on damp stained walls, Where the ailing infant wails like a banshee To suck the dry breasts of its wretched mother Who, pregnant again, curses god and the devil, Curses the heavy burden of her unborn child. Her baby does not laugh, it only wastes away, Unwanted by its mother, who curses it, too. How sorrowful is the cradle of the poor Where a child is rocked with tears and sighs.
Poverty's child is raised in the shadows Of great mansions, too high for imploring voices to reach To disturb the peace and quiet of the lords Sleeping in blissful beds beside their ladies.
Poverty matures a child before its time, Teaches it to dodge the threatening fist, The hand which clutches its throat in dreams, When the delirium of starvation begins And when death casts its shadow on childish faces, Instead of a smile a hideous grimace. While the fate of a fruit is to ripen and fall, The child is interred not maturing at all.
Poverty labours and toils by day and night, Chest and forehead drenched in sweat, Up to the knees in mud and slime, And still the empty guts writhe in hunger. Starvation wages! For such a daily ordeal, A mere three or four leks and an 'On your way.'
Poverty sometimes paints its face, Swollen lips scarlet, hollow cheeks rouged, And body a chattel in a filthy trade. For service in bed for which it is paid With a few lousy francs, Stained sheets, stained face and stained conscience.
Poverty leaves a heritage as well, Not cash in the bank or property you can sell, But distorted bones and pains in the chest, Perhaps leaves the memory of a bygone day When the roof of the house, weakened by decay, By age and the weather collapsed and fell, And above all the din rose a terrible cry Cursing and imploring, as from the depths of hell, The voice of a man crushed by a beam. Under the heel, says the priest, of a god irate Ends thus the life of a dissolute ingrate. And so the memory of such misfortunes Fills the cup of bitterness passed to generations.
Poverty in drink seeks consolation, In filthy taverns, with dirty, littered tables, The thirsting soul pours glass after glass Down the throat to forget its many worries, The dulling glass, the glass satanic, Caressing with a venomous bite. And when, like grain under the scythe, the man falls To the floor, he giggles and sobs, a tragicomic clown, And all his sorrow in drink he drowns When one by one, a hundred glasses downs.
Poverty sets desires ablaze like stars in the night And turns them to ashes, like trees struck by lightning.
Poverty knows no joy, but only pain, Pain reducing you to such despair That you seize the rope and hang yourself, Or become a poor victim of 'paragraphs.'
Poverty wants no pity, only justice! Pity? Bastard daughter of cunning fathers, Who like the Pharisees, beating the drum Ostentatiously for their own sly ends, Drop a penny in the beggar's hands.
Poverty is an indelible stain On the brow of humanity through the ages. And never can this stain be effaced By doctrines decaying in temples.
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Post by terroreign on Apr 11, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -5
S*it that's really good! He's like an albanian-born Njegos!
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Post by captainalbania on Apr 11, 2008 20:11:57 GMT -5
That may be true, because after a while we became Albanians, but my grandfather knows the language of Yugoslavia. My father and I do not.
Still our slavic name remains, although we 'Albanianized' it a little bit. My paternal roots are from Podgorica.
I think you guys should stop with the nationalistic crap.
Shkoder was the administrative center of the viyalet, and there were slavs as well as albanians living there, although we were the majority, we still have to respect the rights of the montenegrins when the borders were changed.
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