P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Besoj se t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ju lexues t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj gazete, kur t\u00eb lexoni historin\u00eb time, do ta shikoni si nj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi, por ju betohem q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e till\u00eb. N\u00eb fillim po prezantohem, jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb tashm\u00eb pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vje\u00e7. Q\u00eb n\u00eb krye t\u00eb historis\u00eb sime po sqaroj se nuk ju shkrova sepse doja ta ndaja me lexuesit e gazet\u00ebs suaj dhembjen time, por q\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr ta lexoj\u00eb personi q\u00eb m\u00eb ndryshoi jet\u00ebn dhe t\u00eb kthehet p\u00ebrs\u00ebri tek un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb koh\u00ebn kur u zhvillua ngjarja un\u00eb isha dyzet\u00eb e pes\u00eb\u00a0vje\u00e7, i martuar dhe kisha dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb, kisha mbaruar shkoll\u00ebn p\u00ebr Ekonomi dhe i isha futur biznesit duke hapur disa dyqane n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe n\u00eb rrethe. Kisha nd\u00ebrtuar edhe nj\u00eb ekip pune, i cili\u00a0mbik\u00ebqyrte\u00a0biznesin tim. Furnizimet i b\u00ebja n\u00eb Evrop\u00eb, por nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ky q\u00ebllimi i asaj q\u00eb dua\u00a0t’ju\u00a0tregoj. K\u00ebt\u00eb hyrje\u00a0e b\u00ebra p\u00ebr\u00a0t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se isha shum\u00eb n\u00eb\u00a0gjendje\u00a0nga ana ekonomike, mbaja telefon me kontrat\u00eb, ose ndryshe, kisha num\u00ebr me nj\u00ebzet, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt i kishin t\u00eb rrall\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje dimri kur tek un\u00eb lindi nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e bukur, q\u00eb nuk kam aspak\u00a0turp\u00a0ta quaj dashuri. Ishte muaji dhjetor dhe un\u00eb ndodhesha n\u00eb Gjermani p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb furnizimet me elektro-sht\u00ebpiake. Po afronin festat dhe ajo ishte periudha kur kisha m\u00eb shum\u00eb pun\u00eb. Ishte ora 11 e nat\u00ebs kur m\u00eb erdhi nj\u00eb zile n\u00eb telefon. E pash\u00eb q\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb num\u00ebr i panjohur, por gjithsesi e mora n\u00eb telefon. Nj\u00eb z\u00eb vajze m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj: \u201cAlo!\u201d. Kujtimi i z\u00ebrit t\u00eb saj, edhe sot ma drith\u00ebron zemr\u00ebn. I hutuar e pyeta se kush ishte dhe ajo\u00a0m\u2019u\u00a0p\u00ebrgjigj:\u00a0\u201cM\u00eb fal, i kam r\u00ebn\u00eb gabim\u201d. N\u00eb fillim mendova se do t\u00eb ishte ndonj\u00eb nga ato femrat e r\u00ebndomta t\u00eb cilat u binin telefonave me nj\u00ebzet p\u00ebr t\u00eb\u00a0gjetur dashnor\u00eb, por nga biseda me t\u00eb kuptova se ishte v\u00ebrtet nj\u00eb gabim. Ajo donte t\u00eb merrte\u00a0daj\u00ebn, q\u00eb kishte gjithashtu nj\u00eb num\u00ebr me kontrat\u00eb. Ajo telefonat\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri m\u00eb t\u00eb lumturin, por edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb trishtuarin nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, ajo nuk donte t\u00eb fliste, por un\u00eb po k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulja aq shum\u00eb…<\/p>\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb dhom\u00eb hoteli n\u00eb Gjermani, ndjehesha aq i vetmuar, saq\u00eb z\u00ebri i saj\u00a0m\u2019u\u00a0duk si uj\u00eb n\u00eb shkret\u00ebtir\u00eb. Un\u00eb u prezantova me nj\u00eb em\u00ebr ndryshe (sigurisht, doja\u00a0vet\u00ebm t\u00eb kaloja koh\u00ebn ato dit\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhesha n\u00eb Gjermani), por n\u00eb fakt ndodhi ndryshe, me \u201cvajz\u00ebn e telefonit\u201d ndodhi\u00a0di\u00e7ka\u00a0q\u00eb un\u00eb vet\u00eb nuk e kisha\u00a0parashikuar. Kishte patur raste kur femrat i kishin r\u00ebn\u00eb numrit tim, ndoshta dhe nga reklamat q\u00eb un\u00eb b\u00ebja n\u00ebp\u00ebr dyqane, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kisha hyr\u00eb n\u00eb muhabete kaq t\u00eb thella, me to kaloja vet\u00ebm koh\u00ebn duke folur, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s’kisha dashur t’i takoja, edhe pse shum\u00eb prej tyre m\u00eb luteshin. Po e quaj \u201cvajza e telefonit\u201d\u00a0engj\u00ebllin\u00a0q\u00eb m\u00eb\u00a0shndriti\u00a0at\u00eb nat\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb dhjetori me z\u00ebrin e saj f\u00ebminor, naiv dhe t\u00eb padjall\u00ebzuar. Ishte aq e \u00ebmb\u00ebl, aq e but\u00eb… Edhe kur nxehej, dukej\u00a0sikur t\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelte me fjal\u00ebt e saj. At\u00eb nat\u00eb ajo disa her\u00eb e mbylli telefonin duke m\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e shqet\u00ebsoja m\u00eb, por kjo ishte e pamundur nga ana ime. Ajo, me z\u00ebrin e saj t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm, sikur m\u00eb ndillte drejt saj, m\u00eb dukej sikur edhe ajo e donte nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. Edhe pse minutat fluturonin sepse un\u00eb flisja me\u00a0roaming, as q\u00eb doja t\u2019ia dija. At\u00eb nat\u00eb fol\u00ebm shum\u00eb, un\u00eb i thash\u00eb vajz\u00ebs se isha doktor dhe ajo mundohej t\u00eb m\u00eb pyeste p\u00ebr shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra\u00a0q\u00eb un\u00eb ia shpjegoja, me aq sa dija nga njohurit\u00eb e mia. Ajo besonte n\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb i thoja.<\/p>\n
\u201cVajza e telefonit\u201d jetonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat malor, shum\u00eb larg nga Tirana dhe dukej se b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb izoluar. Ajo kishte mbaruar\u00a0gjimnazin\u00a0dhe tani rrinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, duke pritur q\u00eb t’i vinte fati i saj. Dukej sikur e vetmja pasuri q\u00eb ajo\u00a0kishte, ishte ai telefon, t\u00eb cilin ia kishte dhuruar motra e saj q\u00eb jetonte n\u00eb Greqi. Ajo tashm\u00eb i g\u00ebzohej telefonat\u00ebs sime, isha p\u00ebr t\u00eb i vetmi shok me t\u00eb cilin ajo mund t\u00eb hapej.<\/p>\n
Ajo nat\u00eb u pasua edhe nga shum\u00eb\u00a0net\u00a0t\u00eb tjera. Asaj nuk i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn time, nuk i kisha treguar se\u00a0un\u00eb isha i martuar dhe me f\u00ebmij\u00eb, sepse e kuptova se ajo ishte nga ato vajza q\u00eb, po ta dinte k\u00ebt\u00eb, nuk do t\u00eb pranonte t\u00eb fliste m\u00eb me mua. Ajo m\u00eb besoi, sepse ajo nat\u00eb u pasua edhe nga shum\u00eb\u00a0net\u00a0t\u00eb tjera pa gjum\u00eb. Tashm\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb ritual i dit\u00ebs dhe i dark\u00ebs q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb flisja me at\u00eb\u00a0engj\u00ebll. Si un\u00eb, edhe ajo, e dinim se historia\u00a0jon\u00eb nuk\u00a0mund t\u00eb ishte gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se nj\u00eb histori telefoni dhe un\u00eb\u00a0v\u00ebrtet nuk i kisha treguar p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn time, por as nuk i kisha ushqyer ndonj\u00eb shpres\u00eb se ne mund t\u00eb\u00a0ishim bashk\u00eb ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb. Historia jon\u00eb ishte e bukur ashtu si\u00e7 ishte, pa ngarkesa psikologjike. Me pak fjal\u00eb, secili nga ne i dinte kufijt\u00eb e tij dhe nuk k\u00ebrkonim ta l\u00ebndonim nj\u00ebri\u2013tjetrin. Besoj se t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ju jeni duke menduar se si ia b\u00ebja q\u00eb flisja me at\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Ishte e thjesht\u00eb, ajo m\u00eb kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb forc\u00eb t\u00eb\u00a0brendshme\u00a0q\u00eb edhe vet\u00eb kur e mendoj sot, m\u00eb duket e habitshme. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi kisha nj\u00eb studio ku punoja deri von\u00eb dhe ky ishte\u00a0justifikimi q\u00eb i thoja gruas, p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur me \u201cengj\u00ebllin tim\u201d. Me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra i kalonim pa gjum\u00eb. Kishte raste kur un\u00eb ngrihesha n\u00eb or\u00ebn tre-kat\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit, sepse nj\u00eb z\u00eb i\u00a0brendsh\u00ebm\u00a0 m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste dhe doja t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja patjet\u00ebr z\u00ebrin e saj. Edhe ajo, ashtu e but\u00eb dhe e \u00ebmb\u00ebl\u00a0si\u00e7\u00a0ishte, nuk u tha\u00a0kurr\u00eb\u00a0\u201cjo\u201d\u00a0telefonatave\u00a0t\u00eb mia,\u00a0me\u00a0orar e\u00a0pa orar. Kjo m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb ndjeja shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Bisedat tona kishin natyra t\u00eb ndryshme… N\u00eb fillim flisnim shum\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrin. Un\u00eb i tregoja p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time dhe ajo b\u00ebnte t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb, vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb ndryshim. N\u00eb \u00e7do bised\u00eb t\u00eb saj kishte vet\u00ebm sinqeritet, nd\u00ebrsa tek un\u00eb sinqeriteti linte shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb d\u00ebshiruar… E adhuroja \u00e7do fjal\u00eb q\u00eb nxirrte nga goja. Z\u00ebri i saj i \u00ebmb\u00ebl kombinohej k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm edhe me p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelit\u00eb e saj\u00a0f\u00ebmij\u00ebrore dhe kjo m\u00eb b\u00ebnte njeriun\u00a0m\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Me \u00e7ilt\u00ebrsin\u00eb dhe \u00ebmb\u00eblsin\u00eb q\u00eb ajo\u00a0transmetonte, m\u00eb dukej sikur \u00e7do dit\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb thithte mbas vetes si nj\u00eb\u00a0magnet.<\/p>\n
Kishte\u00a0kaluar\u00a0gati nj\u00eb vit q\u00ebkur ishim njohur dhe telefonatat nuk kishin pushuar asnj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb vetme, faturat e telefonit vinin me \u00e7mime shum\u00eb t\u00eb larta, bisedat telefonike ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb shpeshta, edhe kur isha n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, por edhe jasht\u00eb saj. Gjithmon\u00eb gjeja nj\u00eb justifikim sikur do shkoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr pun\u00ebt e biznesit dhe q\u00ebndroja n\u00eb hotele dhe gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn thuajse e gdhinim duke folur n\u00eb telefon.<\/p>\n
\u201cVajza e telefonit\u201d m\u00eb thoshte gjithmon\u00eb se isha duke harxhuar shum\u00eb n\u00eb telefon (at\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kishte oferta si\u00e7 ka sot) dhe un\u00eb ia ktheja me shaka se me gjith\u00eb ato lek\u00eb do t\u00eb kisha bler\u00eb nj\u00eb makin\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Por ajo ishte nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb nuk e t\u00ebrhiqnin gj\u00ebrat materiale dhe kjo m\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqte aq shum\u00eb mbas saj. Femrat e tjera, e para gj\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin, do t\u00eb ishte t\u2019u blije karta telefoni, t’u d\u00ebrgoje lek e shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Mbas nj\u00eb viti komunikimi mes nesh, gj\u00ebrat kishin ndryshuar shum\u00eb, d\u00ebshira e madhe p\u00ebr ta patur pran\u00eb vetes at\u00eb vajz\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb edhe ndjenjat e mia p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshonin. Kisha r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb pa e kuptuar dhe pa e par\u00eb se\u00a0\u00e7far\u00eb\u00a0paraqitjeje kishte. Un\u00eb e kisha krijuar vet\u00eb portretin e saj, n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb vlerave q\u00eb ajo kishte. Edhe pse nuk doja t\u2019i ngat\u00ebrroja ndjenjat e mia n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lidhje,\u00a0tashm\u00eb ishte e kot\u00eb. Ashtu si pa kuptuar, kisha filluar t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb komunikim ndryshe me t\u00eb, kisha filluar t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorja shprehjet q\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin t\u00eb dashuruarit midis tyre \u201czem\u00ebr,\u00a0shpirt\u201d e shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. Ajo nuk donte t\u2019i d\u00ebgjonte k\u00ebto shprehje nga goja ime, sepse m\u00eb thoshte \u201cjemi vet\u00ebm shok\u00eb\u201d, por un\u00eb e ndjeja se ajo k\u00ebnaqej nga k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb, ndjehej e dashuruar dhe e p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur nga un\u00eb. Un\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja shum\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb vajz\u00eb, doja ta takoja, ta p\u00ebrqafoja, ta ledhatoja fytyr\u00ebn e saj si t\u00eb nj\u00eb engj\u00eblli, por kjo ishte e pamundur. E para, nuk doja ta sakrifikoja familjen dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi, sepse ata ishin n\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb delikate dhe kishin nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr mb\u00ebshtetjen time dhe e dyta, ne kishim nj\u00eb diferenc\u00eb moshe. Plus k\u00ebsaj, isha i\u00a0sigurt\u00a0se kur ajo ta\u00a0merrte vesh se un\u00eb isha i martuar, do ta l\u00ebndoja shum\u00eb dhe nuk do t\u00eb pranonte t\u00eb fliste me mua. Un\u00eb e kisha pranuar realitetin; m\u00eb mjaftonte fakti q\u00eb e kisha njohur at\u00eb vajz\u00eb dhe q\u00eb komunikoja me t\u00eb, pa asnj\u00eb lloj kushti.<\/p>\n
Mbas shum\u00eb koh\u00ebsh komunikimi me t\u00eb, bisedat tona ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb ngrohta e m\u00eb intime. Si t\u00eb thuash, n\u00eb bised\u00eb ne i ngjanim nj\u00eb\u00a0\u00e7ifti\u00a0q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb krevatin\u00a0bashk\u00ebshortor dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb arritur k\u00ebt\u00eb me at\u00eb vajz\u00eb m’u desh shum\u00eb pun\u00eb, sepse ajo\u00a0ishte\u00a0akoma me mentalitetin e fshatit, t\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tilla ishte \u201cturp\u201d.<\/p>\n
Kjo gj\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte ta doja akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Me plot goj\u00ebn po ju them se k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb dhuronte ajo vajz\u00eb nuk e ndjeja me asnj\u00eb grua n\u00eb krevat. Besoj se edhe ajo ndjente nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb, si t\u00eb thuash, un\u00eb isha i \u201cfejuari i saj virtual\u201d. Ne flisnim p\u00ebr shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra intime, q\u00eb ajo as me shoqet nuk i kishte biseduar. Por, si gjithmon\u00eb, njeriu kur\u00a0mendon\u00a0se ka arritur t\u00eb gjej\u00eb lumturin\u00eb, e\u00a0humbet at\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu ndodhi edhe me mua. Faturat e telefonit i merrja gjithmon\u00eb vet\u00eb dhe sigurohesha q\u00eb gruaja t\u00eb mos i shikonte, por nuk thon\u00eb kot \u201cg\u00ebnjeshtra i ka k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e shkurtra\u201d. Edhe mua aq m\u00eb mbajti sekreti!<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, fatura e\u00a0muajit\u00a0kishte shkuar n\u00eb duart e gruas sime dhe asaj sa nuk i kishte ikur mendja. Ishin\u00a0v\u00ebrtet shpenzime t\u00eb m\u00ebdha, por\u00a0k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia\u00a0q\u00eb m\u00eb dhuronte ajo vajz\u00eb ishte aq e madhe sa nuk doja t’ia dija p\u00ebr shpenzimet, apo rrezikun q\u00eb mund t\u00eb kisha n\u00ebse\u00a0m\u00eb shkat\u00ebrrohej familja. Ajo filloi me krizat e saj nervore duke me th\u00ebn\u00eb se prandaj rrija deri von\u00eb n\u00eb studio, m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonte duke th\u00ebn\u00eb se do t\u2019ua tregonte faturat\u00a0f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. Ajo fliste, por un\u00eb\u00a0as q\u00eb e d\u00ebgjoja. E vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb interesonte ishte q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e l\u00ebndoja \u201cvajz\u00ebn e telefonit\u201d. Doja t\u00eb vrapoja drejt saj\u00a0dhe t\u2019i thoja t\u00eb\u00a0nd\u00ebrronte\u00a0numrin, po ishte e kot\u00eb. E para, asaj do t\u2019i lindnin dyshime. E dyta, atje ishte fshat dhe nuk kishte ku t\u00eb blinte nj\u00eb\u00a0num\u00ebr\u00a0t\u00eb ri. Gruaja ime\u00a0gjith\u00eb\u00a0inatin q\u00eb kishte me mua e kishte nxjerr\u00eb tek ajo vajz\u00eb e pafajshme. Ajo i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se un\u00eb isha\u00a0maniak\u00a0femrash, se isha tullac dhe shum\u00eb i sh\u00ebmtuar, se isha gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7, i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201cta kam falur q\u00eb ta mbash se asaj nuk i duhesha m\u00eb\u201d dhe shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. \u201cVajza e telefonit\u201d ishte m\u00ebrzitur aq shum\u00eb sa p\u00ebr dy muaj rresht nuk ma hapi telefonin fare. Un\u00eb\u00a0k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulja\u00a0p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur me t\u00eb, derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ajo e hapi telefonin dhe duke iu dridhur z\u00ebri dhe duke qar\u00eb, m’u p\u00ebrgjigj: \u201cTi je nj\u00eb p\u00ebrbind\u00ebsh\u201d.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb i k\u00ebrkoja t\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte, por ajo m\u00eb tha se i dinte t\u00eb gjitha dhe m\u00eb tregoi se \u00e7far\u00eb i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb gruaja ime. P\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb e kam ndjer\u00eb veten si nj\u00eb bastard q\u00eb nuk e meritoja shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e asaj vajze t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb. \u00c7do gj\u00eb nisi si shaka, por pasojat po i vuaj edhe sot. Fjal\u00ebt e mia p\u00ebr ta qet\u00ebsuar vajz\u00ebn ishin t\u00eb\u00a0pafundme, madje i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb se n\u00ebse ajo m\u00eb pranonte, un\u00eb do t\u00eb martohesha me t\u00eb. P\u00ebrpjekjet e mia p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur\u00a0s\u00ebrish\u00a0me\u00a0t\u00eb\u00a0ishin t\u00eb kota; ajo nuk ishte si vajzat e tjera, ajo e ndjente veten fajtore q\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb shkak p\u00ebr prishjen e familjes sime. Mbas asaj q\u00eb ndodhi me gruan time, nuk jetojm\u00eb m\u00eb si nj\u00eb \u00e7ift normal, po secili ka\u00a0dhom\u00ebn\u00a0e tij, jetojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr hat\u00ebr t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve dhe t\u00eb pasuris\u00eb q\u00eb kemi v\u00ebn\u00eb. Secili nga ne, n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre, b\u00ebn jet\u00ebn e tij. Sot q\u00eb po ju shkruaj kan\u00eb\u00a0kaluar\u00a0nj\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vite nga telefonata e fundit q\u00eb kam b\u00ebr\u00eb me at\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kam nd\u00ebrruar\u00a0numrin, duke shpresuar se ajo nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb telefonoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Koh\u00ebt e fundit kam marr\u00eb nj\u00eb telefonat\u00eb anonime… Menj\u00ebher\u00eb mendja m\u00eb shkoi tek engj\u00eblli im dhe trupi m\u2019u drodh nga nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb q\u00eb kisha vite q\u00eb e kisha harruar. Mbas asaj telefonate fshihej nj\u00eb njeri, i cili donte t\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte vet\u00ebm z\u00ebrin. Pa m’u dridhur qerpiku e thirra n\u00eb em\u00ebr sepse ma ndjente zemra q\u00eb ishte ajo. I thash\u00eb se kisha vite q\u00eb e prisja me padurim, por nga ana e saj nuk mora asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje. Nuk e di, ndoshta ajo do t\u00eb jet\u00eb martuar, do t\u00eb ket\u00eb familjen e saj, por un\u00eb dua t\u2019i them se kam vite q\u00eb e pres telefonat\u00ebn e saj. Dua q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb mos ngurroj\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb telefonuar, n\u00eb \u00e7do rrethan\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb ndodhet. Un\u00eb do ta ndihmoj p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb ajo do t\u00eb ket\u00eb nevoj\u00eb. Ajo ishte njeriu q\u00eb m\u00eb ofroi nj\u00eb miq\u00ebsi t\u00eb sinqert\u00eb dhe un\u00eb e l\u00ebndova, por gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn do ta pres…<\/p>\n
Kam shpres\u00eb se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ajo do t\u00eb kthehet tek un\u00eb duke m\u00eb\u00a0telefonuar\u00a0dhe duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb: \u201cjam engj\u00eblli yt\u201d. Dua q\u00eb historia jon\u00eb t\u00eb vazhdoj\u00eb ashtu si e nis\u00ebm shum\u00eb vite m\u00eb par\u00eb, por k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb jo m\u00eb nga telefoni, por me k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb, duke u par\u00eb n\u00eb sy dhe duke u betuar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb\u00a0p\u00ebrjetshme.<\/p>\n
E di se ky shkrim do bjer\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, prandaj dua t\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebrgoj nj\u00eb mesazh: \u201cDo t\u00eb t\u00eb\u00a0pres deri n\u00eb frym\u00ebn e fundit, jetoj me shpres\u00ebn se ti do kthehesh nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e n\u00ebse jo, do t\u2019i lutem Zotit t\u00eb na bashkoj\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Besoj se t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ju lexues t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj gazete, kur t\u00eb lexoni historin\u00eb time, do ta shikoni si nj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi, por ju betohem q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e till\u00eb. N\u00eb fillim po prezantohem, jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb tashm\u00eb pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vje\u00e7. Q\u00eb n\u00eb krye t\u00eb historis\u00eb sime po sqaroj se nuk ju shkrova sepse doja […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11363","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11363"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11363\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}