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T\u00eb dashur lexues, historia ime nisi thjesht nga nj\u00eb cop\u00eb let\u00ebr dhe nga nj\u00eb keqkuptim. Besoj se kur t\u00eb lexoni vazhdimin e historis\u00eb, do ta mendoni ndryshe \u00e7do mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb do t\u2019ju ofrohet.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb punoja si kameriere n\u00eb nj\u00eb lokal. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 pijeve, ne sh\u00ebrbenim edhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb ngrohta, por jo si n\u00eb restorantet e m\u00ebdha. Njer\u00ebzit vinin p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00eb drek\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb kur e kishin sht\u00ebpin\u00eb larg dhe k\u00ebshtu, kalonin nj\u00eb vakt t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb e t\u00eb bollsh\u00ebm. Un\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb isha e divorcuar dhe kisha nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Isha rreth t\u00eb 28-tave dhe punoja gjat\u00eb turnit t\u00eb par\u00eb se vajz\u00ebn e kisha 8 vje\u00e7e dhe pasdite nuk kishte kush t\u00eb kujdesej p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Vinin nga t\u00eb gjitha llojet e njer\u00ebzve, profesor\u00eb, inxhinier\u00eb, doktor\u00eb, t\u00eb papun\u00eb etj. Mua nuk m\u00eb ngacmonin, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, sepse punoja gjithmon\u00eb me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb re e t\u00eb bukur 21 vje\u00e7are dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb i propozonin asaj. Un\u00eb kisha vuajtur me burrin tim dhe p\u00ebr momentin nuk doja t\u00eb kisha burr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Kishte raste kur m\u00eb mungonte shum\u00eb, por e kaloja koh\u00ebn duke iu p\u00ebrkushtuar vajz\u00ebs. Pasi kaloi nj\u00eb koh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb q\u00eb punoja n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal, fillova t\u2019i njihja klient\u00ebt dhe t\u00eb fiksoja disa prej tyre q\u00eb vinin m\u00eb shpesh. Nd\u00ebr ta ishte nj\u00eb djalosh rreth t\u00eb tridhjetave. Ishte i gjat\u00eb dhe kishte nj\u00eb pamje prej aktori filmash. Ai ishte shum\u00eb i edukuar dhe si gjith\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve m\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshte gjithmon\u00eb edhe mua kur i sh\u00ebrbeja. Na fal\u00ebnderonte sa her\u00eb ikte dhe k\u00ebshtu, pak nga pak, tek un\u00eb filloi t\u00eb lindte nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e re p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb djal\u00eb. Un\u00eb zakonisht nuk jam edhe aq e dashur me njer\u00ebzit. Kjo nuk do t\u00eb thot\u00eb q\u00eb jam e pasjellshme, por nuk jam edhe aq e buz\u00ebqeshur. Pavar\u00ebsisht k\u00ebsaj, kur vinte ky djalosh, mua buz\u00ebqeshja m\u00eb dilte vetvetiu. As vet\u00eb nuk doja, por nuk e ndaloja dot.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, pasi kishte ngr\u00ebn\u00eb, un\u00eb shkova t\u00eb pastroja tavolin\u00ebn e tij dhe pash\u00eb nj\u00eb cop\u00eb let\u00ebr ku ishte shkruar nj\u00eb num\u00ebr telefoni. E futa menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb xhep. Isha e sigurt q\u00eb e kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Doja ta merrja n\u00eb dark\u00eb kur isha n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi vet\u00ebm, por mendova se do t\u00eb ishte m\u00eb mir\u00eb ta merrja t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen para se t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb pun\u00eb. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen u zgjova von\u00eb dhe nuk kisha koh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i telefonuar; duhej t\u00eb merresha me vajz\u00ebn e t\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitesha edhe vet\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb pun\u00eb po prisja me padurim momentin kur ai t\u00eb vinte, por p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, ai nuk erdhi at\u00eb dit\u00eb. Mendova se i kishte mbetur hatri q\u00eb nuk e mora n\u00eb telefon, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb sapo mora pushimin e drek\u00ebs, i telefonova:<\/p>\n
– Alo, si jeni?<\/p>\n
– Mir\u00eb faleminderit! Kush jeni ju?<\/p>\n
– Ajo q\u00eb m\u00eb dhat\u00eb numrin e telefonit dje, kamerierja e lokalit…<\/p>\n
– Oh, m\u00eb fal, nuk ta njoha z\u00ebrin. Faleminderit p\u00ebr telefonat\u00ebn. Nuk besova se do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrje n\u00eb telefon, megjith\u00ebse e lash\u00eb numrin…<\/p>\n
– Desha t\u00eb t\u00eb merrja m\u00eb par\u00eb, por nuk kisha koh\u00eb… – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– S\u2019ka gj\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb von\u00eb, se kurr\u00eb! \u2013 tha ai me nj\u00eb humor t\u00eb holl\u00eb dhe t\u00eb k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n
Me kaq e mbyll\u00ebm telefonat\u00ebn e par\u00eb. Edhe pse kisha vendosur t\u00eb mos lidhesha me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr mashkull, p\u00ebr t\u00eb do ta thyeja vendimin. Vazhdova pun\u00ebn dhe n\u00eb dark\u00eb e mora p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Sa po p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeteshim, ai d\u00ebgjoi vajz\u00ebn q\u00eb po m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte t\u2019i shikoja detyrat.<\/p>\n
– Kush po t\u00eb th\u00ebrret \u201cmami\u201d? – m\u00eb pyeti i habitur.<\/p>\n
– Vajza ime, \u2013 i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Pse ke f\u00ebmij\u00eb, n\u00eb at\u00eb mosh\u00eb q\u00eb je ti?<\/p>\n
– Po, sigurisht! Pastaj, besoj se jam n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb patur f\u00ebmij\u00eb…<\/p>\n
– Oh, m\u00eb fal, por ti je tep\u00ebr e re. Ti je ende f\u00ebmij\u00eb vet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Faleminderit p\u00ebr komplimentin, – qesha un\u00eb, – por jam 28 vje\u00e7e. Edhe pak e mbush 29.<\/p>\n
– V\u00ebrtet? Po nuk dukesh m\u00eb e madhe se nj\u00ebzet! Po habitem…<\/p>\n
– Nj\u00ebzet \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo tjetra, jo un\u00eb. \u2013 i thash\u00eb, ende pa kuptuar asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Cila tjet\u00ebr? – ai vazhdonte t\u00eb habitej dhe m\u00eb tep\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
– Kamerierja tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb punojm\u00eb s\u00eb bashku.<\/p>\n
Nga ana tjet\u00ebr e telefonit nuk u d\u00ebgjua asnj\u00eb z\u00eb. Kjo heshtje m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb kuptoja se kisha gabuar q\u00eb e kisha marr\u00eb at\u00eb cop\u00eb let\u00ebr, pasi ai e kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr kolegen time e jo p\u00ebr mua.<\/p>\n
– Oh, mos m\u00eb thuaj se ti e ke l\u00ebn\u00eb numrin p\u00ebr\u2026 – nuk i thoshja dot emrin e saj se dukej se do t\u00eb m\u00eb shembej tavani mbi kok\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– T\u00eb lutem, m\u00eb fal p\u00ebr keqkuptimin! – u shfaj\u00ebsua ai. N\u00eb fakt, ai nuk kishte pse t\u00eb shfaj\u00ebsohej sepse gabimin e kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Jo, jo, ju nuk keni faj un\u00eb gabova duke menduar se…<\/p>\n
– I gjith\u00eb faji \u00ebsht\u00eb i imi. Nuk duhej ta kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb numrin im n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb, por nuk po gjeja m\u00ebnyr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. M\u00eb fal edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ja pra se si u p\u00ebrmbys\u00ebn gj\u00ebrat me nj\u00eb t\u00eb th\u00ebrritur t\u00eb vajz\u00ebs \u201cmami\u201d. U m\u00ebrzita shum\u00eb dhe nuk m\u00eb b\u00ebhej t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Nuk e dija se si do t\u00eb sillesha kur ai t\u00eb vinte p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb, por nuk kisha nga t\u2019ia mbaja. N\u00eb pun\u00eb duhej t\u00eb shkoja se s\u2019b\u00ebn. Prita orarin kur ai vinte, por ai nuk erdhi, madje kaloi shum\u00eb koh\u00eb dhe ai nuk erdhi. M\u00eb dukej se ai nuk vinte ngaq\u00eb i vinte turp p\u00ebr ngat\u00ebrres\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb. M\u00eb dukej se dhe kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb ata t\u00eb dy t\u00eb mos takoheshin. Ndoshta po ta kishte pastruar tavolin\u00ebn kolegia ime, tani ata t\u00eb dy do t\u00eb ishin t\u00eb lidhur. P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, vendosa t\u2019i telefonoja.<\/p>\n
– Po pate koh\u00eb, mund t\u00eb pim\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe s\u00eb bashku dhe t\u00eb sqarohemi, – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Po, sigurisht, por nuk ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr sqarime. E kam p\u00ebr k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi t\u00eb pi kafe me ju.<\/p>\n
U habita se prisja q\u00eb ai t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte se nuk kishte pun\u00eb me mua, se gabimi i numrit ishte tashm\u00eb i harruar. U takuam n\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe af\u00ebr sht\u00ebpis\u00eb dhe un\u00eb kisha marr\u00eb edhe vajz\u00ebn me vete. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, jo se \u00ebsht\u00eb vajza ime, por ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb v\u00ebrtet shum\u00eb e zgjuar.<\/p>\n
– M\u00eb fal p\u00ebr ngat\u00ebrres\u00ebn. Ngaq\u00eb ti ishe shum\u00eb i sjellsh\u00ebm me mua, mendova\u2026<\/p>\n
– S\u2019ka gj\u00eb. K\u00ebto gj\u00ebra ndodhin. \u2013 tha ai tep\u00ebr i qet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Po un\u00eb padashje prisha nj\u00eb lidhje! \u2013 u mundova t\u00eb justifikohesha.<\/p>\n
– E \u00e7\u2019lidhje?! Me at\u00eb? M\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb ndodhi k\u00ebshtu.<\/p>\n
– M\u00eb fal, se nuk m\u00eb takon mua, por ti sikur e kishe me qejf t\u00eb lidheshe me t\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Fati im q\u00eb numrin e more ti. Po ta kishte marr\u00eb ajo, tani un\u00eb do t\u00eb isha n\u00eb kthetrat e saj. Pyeta p\u00ebr t\u00eb dhe mora vesh se ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb\u2026 – ai nuk deshi ta shante.<\/p>\n
– Edhe un\u00eb q\u00eb kam q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb q\u00eb \u201cvajtoj\u201d se desh ju lash\u00eb pa martuar, si\u00e7 thot\u00eb edhe ai teatri. – u p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb b\u00ebja shaka un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ia kaluam mir\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, ai m\u00eb mori n\u00eb telefon sapo u ndam\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Faleminderit p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb pasdite t\u00eb mrekullueshme q\u00eb kaluam. U k\u00ebnaqa pa mas\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Faleminderit ti q\u00eb e pranove ftes\u00ebn time. \u2013 i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Dhe k\u00ebshtu, ne u takuam disa her\u00eb e mes nesh pak nga pak sikur po lindte nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb m\u00eb dukej e pamundur, meq\u00eb ai nuk ishte nisur q\u00eb t\u00eb lidhej me mua, prandaj nj\u00eb dit\u00eb i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n
– Me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ndjen p\u00ebr mua?<\/p>\n
– Sigurisht. \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo pyetje? Po t\u00eb mos ndjeja, nuk do t\u00eb rrija me ty.<\/p>\n
– Ngaq\u00eb m\u00eb shkon shpesh mendja te fillimi i njohjes son\u00eb… Gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb del p\u00ebrpara se si e mora gabimisht at\u00eb let\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
– E \u00e7\u2019r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi kan\u00eb ato gj\u00ebra tani? At\u00ebher\u00eb u nisa nga nj\u00eb fiksim koti, kurse tani \u00e7do gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb reale. Nuk ke pse ta mendosh m\u00eb at\u00eb rast. Dakord, zem\u00ebr?<\/p>\n
– Dakord! – i thash\u00eb me bindje se fjal\u00ebt e tij ishin tamam ato q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb besoja.<\/p>\n
Ne u lidh\u00ebm me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin dhe p\u00ebr m\u00eb shum\u00eb ai ishte shum\u00eb i lidhur me vajz\u00ebn time. Ajo ndjehej mir\u00eb me t\u00eb dhe dukej se ishte vajza e tij, aq shum\u00eb u p\u00ebrshtatej ai tekave t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n
Q\u00eb nga ajo koh\u00eb, ne jemi bashk\u00eb dhe un\u00eb tashm\u00eb nuk punoj aty ku punoja m\u00eb par\u00eb. Tani kam mbaruar nj\u00eb kurs parukerie dhe kam parukerin\u00eb time.<\/p>\n
Jam e lumtur krah k\u00ebtij djali dhe rrall\u00eb m\u00eb bie nd\u00ebrmend p\u00ebr m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn se si u njoh\u00ebm. Megjithat\u00eb, doja t\u2019ua tregoja t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve q\u00eb t\u00eb ken\u00eb besim te shikimet. E them k\u00ebt\u00eb se un\u00eb me shikimet dhe me sjelljen e tij u dashurova, edhe kur ai nuk e kishte mendjen tek un\u00eb. Por sigurisht \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe fati, i cili m\u00eb b\u00ebri ta merrja un\u00eb at\u00eb num\u00ebr telefoni.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u00eb dashur lexues, historia ime nisi thjesht nga nj\u00eb cop\u00eb let\u00ebr dhe nga nj\u00eb keqkuptim. Besoj se kur t\u00eb lexoni vazhdimin e historis\u00eb, do ta mendoni ndryshe \u00e7do mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb do t\u2019ju ofrohet. Un\u00eb punoja si kameriere n\u00eb nj\u00eb lokal. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 pijeve, ne sh\u00ebrbenim edhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb ngrohta, por jo si n\u00eb restorantet […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":12112,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12111","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=12111"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12111\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12112"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}