The Arrival of the Parasite |
Published in Albania 
- Social interactions and entertainment - 1 - 07 Dec 25 01:50
He arrived hungry.
No one knew his real name. No one even knew how old he truly was. He was simply “the old man”—skinny to the bone, bald as polished stone, eyes always darting like a cornered animal. And yet, despite eating constantly, he never gained a single gram. Food vanished into him. Nothing stayed.
They called him Papiga because he never created a single original thought in his life. He repeated other people’s stories, twisted them, and then sold them as truth.
Papiga was a liar by instinct, a scammer by reflex, and a thief by opportunity. If you turned your back for two seconds, something was missing—and he would already be explaining why it wasn’t his fault.
He begged for food.
He stole food.
He complained about food.
And after eating enough for three people, he would swear he was still starving.
Where Komita destroyed himself with alcohol, Papiga destroyed others with deceit and self-pity.
His favorite weapon was not theft.
It was crying.
Say one bad word about him—and Papiga would collapse emotionally on the spot. Loud sobbing. Shaking hands. Accusations of betrayal. He turned every confrontation into a public performance where he was always the victim and never the cause.
People stopped criticizing him.
Not out of respect—
but out of exhaustion.
Pristell studied him like a malfunctioning machine.
Komita hated him instantly—but still shared food with him.
And Papiga?
Papiga watched them both and smiled with empty gums.
Three men now walked the city:
one escaped from madness,
one drowned in alcohol,
and one survived entirely on lies.
Together, they didn’t look like a gang.
They looked like a slow-moving disease.
All characters and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.
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