Nations do talk�loudly; the Eritrean nation was allowed to talk -- no more sotte-voce. Now that we have 3.5 Million parties, we can talk loudly, and make a noise. Each with his own agenda; an agenda of survival. Each owns his own guns and ammunition - an army of his own party. Yes, we can now confidently boast: we are the nation with the biggest number of parties � no one can beat that. How innocent, we thought that it is only the economy that can be privatized; we are a step ahead: we have �privatized� politics. Now that the president has confirmed that we have one-party for each citizen, let�s congratulate ourselves, Celebration!

Why would one want to form a party? Specially if you already have one each! Just disclose your identity and you will be registered in the list of personal parties. All for yourself. How did we reach to such a magnificent level of tolerance? It is a mystery, an international mystery�no; a mystery for the world�s political scientists. Learn, learn the mysteries: any learn of similarities with Albania!

Talk of the nation, the nation that is waiting for its children; the nation with chunks of its land under occupation. A nation wounded by irresponsible leaders. A nation whose neighbor is bent on humiliating. A nation whose infrastructure is being dismantled by war, instability and aggression. A nation of iron-will despite the hardships. All is bright for the nation to talk about� because those who grant power to form personal parties are all right. Those who give and take liberty and life are all right! Didn�t I say we have a lot to talk about?

Now, what do we do? Cheer up and be merry. This time, the trip is wrapped-up without the customary standing ovation. Without the usual boasting and joking at the expense of a nation (the nation that is supposed to talk). This time no comedy about how well prepared and ready we are. No jokes about Russian Helicopters, toys, as they were reffered to. Yes, the toys from Russia. And no boasting about how we will cope with the calamities, why is boasting allowed on militarism issues only? Any way, it is back home, bon-voyage.

There are many things waiting at home�preparing a red carpet for the United Nations forces, they are called UNMEE. It sounds �un me� as in a schizophrenic shouting �un me, untie me�. The protectors�. - how on earth did we reach to this level whereby soldiers called Unmee, are being herded from everywhere to protect us?. At any rate, behind all of this, we have all the president's men� sorry, no women so far.

All the president�s men, the men surrounding any President, are Good people, really good people. Compassionate, caring and most of all, responsible, it is their nature, What would one do without the �high-heeled and nosy� people surrounding El Presidente! May God bless him, Amen.

The good men are making history while most Eritreans are missing the opportunity of watching �history in the making�. These men are really making history, I take that back, they are in fact remaking history of a ship.

It is a ship, a distressed ship in high seas. The Radioman is restless; he is nervously sending SOS signals to anyone who might came to rescue the mother ship. He had tried Morse code, SOS; nothing happened because the machine was rusted. He switched to Radiotelephony and almost swallowed the VHF Microphone and blasted, Sierra � Oscar � Sierra� then he was stuck and repeatedly called: Charlie, Charlie, Charlie �

Before the bad weather shook the distressed vessel, the seamen onboard were having a reading session. They were reading a Harold Robbins� novel: The Carpetbaggers. If Harold Robbins were an Eritrean, he would certainly have given his book a different title: Carpet Kesha.

The Kesha, the Eritrean Sack, would be filled with Banknotes of all sorts and denominations�Dollars, Pound-Sterling, Swiss and French Franc, even Chinese Yuan. All Eritreans would come and milk themselves dry� all into that Kesha. It is amazingly unexplainable: a Sack holding liquid-milk -- it is very LIQUID. Innocently, those who were milked would came to take their share of Milk, the milk inside the Kesha, I mean the Sack. Sadly enough, they will discover that the Kesha would be mysteriously dried out! They would decide on a stress call, but the Radioman is still stuck: Charlie�Charlie, Charlie�

Let us send our �Good morning� wishes to Adi Meskin, a humble hamlet in the wilderness that was taken over. Let�s holler, Good morning Asmera, Keren, Massawa and the rest. Good morning citizens in all towns and villages, shareholders in the single saving bag � the legendary Sack, the Kesha. Good morning Eritrean cities, in your stressful days�. Beforevwe finish the message, the Radioman was stuck again: Charlie, Charlie�.

The Captain appears with a message to Algiers: Hello Algiers, the head of my delegation is named�before the message is transmitted, the Radioman went stuck as usual: Charlie Charlie, Charlie�.

There is other important precautions to be taken in times of distress. The Captain is on the lookout for pirates. A thought crosses by - Pirates and Captains are identical. Does one have to� first be a Captain in order to became a pirate or the other way round? What is the difference anyway! �still, Pirates can not call SOS while captains can call SOS only that the Radioman gets stuck calling the �C� alphabet, Charlie, Charlie�

What a lousy team of officers. The poor seamen couldn�t cope with the crisis; the Radioman was stuck and ignored. The officers could not dare move into the Captain�s cabin�. a stowaway officer was screening the other officers; they wanted to make another stress call but as usual, the Radioman was stuck�