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“Tirana, Tirana! Silence, there is nothing but these sounds and noises that stand out from the movement. This Language is the most expressive language. Silence is the special language of nature; it is the language of mountains, plains and stars, it is the language of trees, flowers and plants, the language of creation. And it is the language of the whole universe. Have you ever talked to nature? #Tirana”

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