{"id":17675,"date":"2018-01-10T20:38:57","date_gmt":"2018-01-10T19:38:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/?p=17675"},"modified":"2018-01-10T20:38:57","modified_gmt":"2018-01-10T19:38:57","slug":"xhepezbrazuri-nga-jakup-b-gjoca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/2018\/01\/xhepezbrazuri-nga-jakup-b-gjoca\/","title":{"rendered":"Xhep\u00ebzbrazuri Nga Jakup B. GJO\u00c7A"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sekretarja hyri p\u00ebr t\u00eb tret\u00ebn herazi n\u00eb zyr\u00eb, por k\u00ebsaj here, sa hapi der\u00ebn dhe, u fut pak\u00ebz brenda, as u afrua pran\u00eb meje, as nuk foli. Q\u00ebndronte dhe priste reagimin tim.<\/span><\/div>\n
– Fol, p\u00ebrse q\u00ebndron aty?<\/div>\n
– M\u00eb fal, q\u00eb ju shqet\u00ebsoj, por ajo gruaja k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul tju takoj\u00eb patjet\u00ebr. Thot\u00eb, < I thoni Traqes, q\u00eb jam Egla>.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb e pash\u00eb sekretaren n\u00eb sy. Nuk i fola, por humba edhe shikimin, diku n\u00eb nj\u00eb zbaraz\u00ebsi, nd\u00ebrkaq q\u00eb sillja nd\u00ebrmend Egl\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, e prisja. Egl\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr. T\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, q\u00eb un\u00eb e takova vet\u00ebm disa minuta. Jo or\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Ja k\u00ebshtu, t\u00eb vinte te zyra ime. Sa t\u00eb m\u00ebsonte, em\u00ebrimin tim. E dija q\u00eb do t\u00eb vinte. Vet\u00ebm n\u00eb k\u00ebsi rastesh.<\/div>\n
Nd\u00ebrsa Egla, q\u00eb njihja, Egla q\u00eb dashuroja dhe dashurova, kishte humbur n\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e memories time.\u00a0 \u00cbsht\u00eb si nj\u00eb tret\u00ebsir\u00eb kripe, n\u00eb uj\u00eb. V\u00ebshtir\u00eb, q\u00eb ta rigjeja.<\/div>\n
– Do ta prisni? \u00cbsht\u00eb e njohura juaj. Nuk e besoj, se ka ardh\u00eb p\u00ebr pun\u00eb zyrtare, – m\u00eb pyeti sekretarja, me ton t\u00eb dridhur. – Derisa nuk ju th\u00ebrret <Petro>, por <Traqe>.<\/div>\n
S\u00ebrish, z\u00ebri i sekretares m\u00eb solli n\u00eb vete.<\/div>\n
– Jo, tani. T\u00eb pres\u00eb, si t\u00eb gjith\u00eb qytetar\u00ebt, n\u00ebse do.<\/div>\n
Sekretarja, akoma q\u00ebndronte te dera.<\/div>\n
– Nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjuat?<\/div>\n
– Po, por…<\/div>\n
– T\u00eb lutem, mbylle der\u00ebn, – i thash\u00eb sekretares dhe u ktheva nga kompjuteri, shpin\u00ebkthyer nga ajo, si p\u00ebr ti th\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb qart\u00eb,\u00a0 q\u00eb t\u00eb largohet.<\/div>\n
N\u00eb fakt, edhe pse e prisja t\u00eb vinte te un\u00eb, s\u00ebrish, ardhja e saj, m\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebndoi.<\/div>\n
Edhe pse mendoja se e kisha groposur kaq thell\u00eb n\u00eb humb\u00ebtir\u00ebn e memories, sa nuk doja as t\u00eb rikujtoja m\u00eb\u00a0 asgj\u00eb te Egla, ja, sa sekretarja m\u00eb p\u00ebrmendi emrin e saj, ajo dhimbje e asaj nate, m\u00eb shtypi p\u00ebrbrenda, sa m\u00eb dha dhimbje, madje, edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, sa ndjeva at\u00eb nat\u00eb.<\/div>\n
…<\/div>\n
Or\u00ebt e fluturimit t\u00eb avionit, m\u00eb dukeshin dit\u00eb, jav\u00eb, sa m\u00eb dukej se era e kishte mb\u00ebrthyer avionin fort nga krah\u00ebt, dhe nuk e linte as t\u00eb l\u00ebvizte, por e mbante ashtu peng, pezull n\u00eb aj\u00ebr, teksa un\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrq\u00ebndruar syt\u00eb te krah\u00ebt e avionit, q\u00eb shtriheshin pik\u00ebrisht p\u00ebrball\u00eb dritares time.<\/div>\n
Ishte hera e par\u00eb, q\u00eb mezi prisja q\u00eb ora e fluturimit t\u00eb mbaronte, aq koh\u00eb, sa zgjat edhe mbyllja dhe hapja e syve.<\/div>\n
Edhe pse kisha vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb jav\u00eb, q\u00eb kisha dal\u00eb nga spitali.Kisha ende dhimbje, dhe udh\u00ebtimi me avion, nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte mir\u00eb. E, megjithat\u00eb, u nisa drejt Egl\u00ebs. Nuk mund t\u00eb prisja m\u00eb. Asnj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, nga koh\u00ebgjatja e 25 vitete.<\/div>\n
Isha i ftuari i Egl\u00ebs. Egl\u00ebs time. I Egl\u00ebs, q\u00eb deri tani, n\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebto vitndarje, ekzistonte vet\u00ebm n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time.<\/div>\n
Dhe, kur un\u00eb kisha bindur edhe vetveten, q\u00eb Egla ekzistonte vet\u00ebm te \u00ebndrra ime, ajo vet\u00eb e treti \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time, kur m\u00eb pyeti:<\/div>\n
– Tani, \u00e7far\u00eb jam un\u00eb p\u00ebr ty?<\/div>\n
Egl\u00ebn gjithmon\u00eb e \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja, edhe pse kisha bindur vetveten, q\u00eb e kisha humbur p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb, at\u00eb nat\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb universitetit tim.<\/div>\n
Sa her\u00eb, q\u00eb nuk ndihesha i lumtur n\u00eb martes\u00ebn time, Egla vinte dhe ulej n\u00eb mendimin tim, n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi, (jo n\u00eb ndjenja, \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht, jo dhe nuk e dija p\u00ebrse vall\u00eb) dhe dukej sikur m\u00eb thoshte:<\/div>\n
– Sa un\u00eb, asnj\u00ebra nuk ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb dashur aq shum\u00eb. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb doja p\u00ebrher\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu si\u00e7 je.<\/div>\n
Nuk e dija n\u00ebse Egla n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time, ishte ngush\u00ebllim, apo mallkimi i zgjedhjes time.<\/div>\n
M\u00eb dukej, se vet\u00ebm me Egl\u00ebn, un\u00eb do t\u00eb kisha jetuar dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar.<\/div>\n
Egla m\u00eb gjeti n\u00eb rrjetin social. M\u00eb d\u00ebrgoi ftes\u00eb, edhe pse fotua e saj ishte tjet\u00ebrsuar kaq shum\u00eb nga ai imazh q\u00eb ruante p\u00ebrher\u00eb memoria ime.<\/div>\n
Hezitova ta pranoja. Nuk doja t\u00eb prishja magjin\u00eb e imagjinat\u00ebs time. Nd\u00ebrkoha e deritanishme, kishte gdhendur si Egla, at\u00eb q\u00eb d\u00ebshiroja un\u00eb, Egl\u00ebn Ideale, Egl\u00ebn q\u00eb humba. N\u00ebse, do t\u00eb njihja Egl\u00ebn e tanishme, u tremba se mos zhg\u00ebnjehesha. Zhg\u00ebnjehesha p\u00ebr gjith\u00eb nd\u00ebrkoh\u00ebn, q\u00eb kisha ushqyer \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time.<\/div>\n
– Tani, \u00e7far\u00eb jam un\u00eb p\u00ebr ty?- Egla, m\u00eb pyeti, sa shk\u00ebmbyem fjal\u00ebt e para t\u00eb rigjetjes ton\u00eb, n\u00eb mesenger.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb nuk pata koh\u00eb t\u00eb mendohesha.<\/div>\n
Z\u00ebri i saj ishte jehon\u00eb e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs time, dhe m\u00eb dukej, sikur m\u00eb erdhi nga \u00ebndrra dhe un\u00eb iu p\u00ebrgjigja, si\u00e7 i p\u00ebrgjigjesha gjithnj\u00eb n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time.<\/div>\n
– Ndjenja ime e Jet\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Egla qeshi.<\/div>\n
– T\u00eb dua shum\u00eb, – m\u00eb tha.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb, duke e d\u00ebgjuar m\u00eb qart\u00eb, u trondita. Nuk isha n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr. Egla ishte para meje. E shikoja. Kisha ndjesin\u00eb se z\u00ebri i saj m\u00eb erdhi jehon\u00eb e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs time, por, duke e par\u00eb, u binda se Egla ishte live, n\u00eb kamera, p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje.<\/div>\n
Edhe pse, tani flisnim me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra, dit\u00ebn, nat\u00ebn, nguteshim, t\u00eb flisnim t\u00eb tanishmen, thua se donim t\u00eb fshinim nd\u00ebrkoh\u00ebn e ndarjes.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb, nuk i d\u00ebftova asgj\u00eb nga vetvetja e tanishme. As plag\u00ebt, as vuajtjet, por mundohesha ti jepja nj\u00eb imazh t\u00eb tjet\u00ebrsuar.<\/div>\n
Nuk e di pse. Jo se doja ta g\u00ebnjeja. Gjithsesi, jo.<\/div>\n
Egla, gjithnj\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebritur, m\u00eb pyeste, n\u00ebse un\u00eb, do ta p\u00eblqeja, kur ta shikoja nga af\u00ebr.<\/div>\n
Sido q\u00eb un\u00eb, i thosha, se nuk m\u00eb intereson aspak bukuria fizike, un\u00eb e doja, pse ishte Egla e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs time. Egla e dashuris\u00eb time t\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/div>\n
N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, Egla edhe tani ishte shum\u00eb e bukur. Nj\u00eb p\u00ebrjashtim i natyr\u00ebs, ku vitet l\u00ebn\u00eb gjurm\u00eb\u00a0 t\u00eb tjet\u00ebrsimit te bukuria e gruas, Egla, ishte i asaj ve\u00e7antie t\u00eb gruas, q\u00eb sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb i shtohen vitet n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn e saj, kaq m\u00eb shum\u00eb zbukurohet edhe nga pamja fizike. Ve\u00e7se, un\u00eb e kisha t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb tia pohoja k\u00ebt\u00eb. Q\u00eb tani, Egla ishte edhe m\u00eb e bukur, sesa e imagjinoja un\u00eb n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time. Edhe, pse, sa her\u00eb Egla m\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste q\u00eb m\u00eb donte kaq shum\u00eb, un\u00eb ndjeja n\u00eb vetvete at\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi mashkullore, q\u00eb tashm\u00eb, Egla, kjo grua kaq e bukur, p\u00eb p\u00ebrkiste vet\u00ebm mua.<\/div>\n
Egla, k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulte, donte t\u00eb m\u00eb nxirrte nga thell\u00ebsia e vetvetes time, pik\u00ebrisht fjal\u00ebt e mia, p\u00ebr bukurin\u00eb e saj.<\/div>\n
Dikur, midis tundimit dhe hezitimit, un\u00eb i pohova, q\u00eb Egla e sotme, \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe m\u00eb e bukur nga Egla ime e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs s\u00eb dikurshme.<\/div>\n
– V\u00ebrtet ma thua? Mua askush tani nuk m\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb jam kaq e bukur, sa ma thua ty.<\/div>\n
– Un\u00eb t\u00eb them, at\u00eb q\u00eb shikoj.- iu p\u00ebrgjigja. N\u00eb fakt, doja ti thosha, q\u00eb sa e kam dashur un\u00eb, nuk e besoj q\u00eb do ta ket\u00eb dashur kush tjet\u00ebr. Po, nuk guxova tja pohoja kurr\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Egla, at\u00eb \u00e7ast m\u00eb d\u00ebrgoi foton e saj. Studente. Ashtu, si\u00e7 kishte mbetur n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn dhe imagjinat\u00ebn time, n\u00eb vitet tona studentore. Flok\u00ebzez\u00eb, flok\u00ebshkurt\u00ebr, trupim\u00ebt, me pantallonat e saj ngjyr\u00eb vishje, me syt\u00eb, q\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb kishin at\u00eb melankoli dhe nj\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb fshehur t\u00eb s\u00eb qeshur\u00ebs, sa her\u00eb q\u00eb takoheshim.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb shikoja foton, si p\u00ebr t\u00eb rifreskuar imagjinat\u00ebn time dhe e krahasoja me Egl\u00ebn q\u00eb shikoja live n\u00eb kamera.<\/div>\n
– Nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb imagjinoj dot, me flok\u00ebt bionde.<\/div>\n
– Pse, nuk m\u00eb shkojn\u00eb?<\/div>\n
– Jo, un\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb imagjinoj dot Egl\u00ebn me flok\u00eb bionde.<\/div>\n
– Nuk t\u00eb p\u00eblqej ty?<\/div>\n
– Do t\u00eb dukeshe edhe m\u00eb e bukur, sikur ti ishe akoma flok\u00ebzez\u00eb dhe flok\u00ebshkurt\u00ebr.<\/div>\n
– Haaaaa! Po u rrit\u00ebm tani. Ndryshuam.<\/div>\n
– Ku, ndryshuam? Te ngjyra e flok\u00ebve?…<\/div>\n
Pash\u00eb mesengerin. Nj\u00eb mesazh i ri. Ishte Egla.<\/div>\n
Nga ajo nat\u00eb, Egla e kishte bllokuar mesengerin e saj p\u00ebr mua. Nga zem\u00ebrimi, natyrisht.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb,\u00a0 nga ajo nat\u00eb, kurr\u00eb nuk u interesova m\u00eb. Ndoshta edhe m\u00eb mir\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos fryr\u00eb era e interesimit t\u00eb mos ishte kamikazi i plag\u00ebve, q\u00eb\u00a0 t\u00eb shum\u00ebzonte \u00e7do kujtes\u00eb n\u00eb pjes\u00ebza t\u00eb cop\u00ebtuara , q\u00eb u vran\u00eb dhe ti shp\u00ebrndante n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00e7do artierie t\u00eb ndjenjave dhe\u00a0 memories, si cop\u00ebza\u00a0 t\u00eb kristalizuara n\u00eb dhimbje.<\/div>\n
<Nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb pres\u00ebsh? Ushtron forc\u00ebn e pushtetit q\u00eb ke. Bravo!><\/div>\n
…<\/div>\n
Sa dola nga dera e aeroportit, pash\u00eb Egl\u00ebn, q\u00eb priste disa metra m\u00eb larg, pran\u00eb makin\u00ebs s\u00eb bardh\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Kishte dal\u00eb dhe priste nga ana e port\u00ebs s\u00eb saj.<\/div>\n
E p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeta, duke ngritur dor\u00ebn. Egla nuk l\u00ebvizi, por rrinte e mb\u00ebshtetur te porta e hapur e makin\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Kur u afrova 3 metra parg saj, s\u00ebrish, Egla, nuk reagoi.<\/div>\n
Vet\u00ebm qeshi.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb e p\u00ebrqafova, duke e shtr\u00ebnjguar nga beli dhe e afrova pran\u00eb vets, sa buz\u00ebt tona u prek\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
Egla, s\u00ebrish nuk reagoi, por as kund\u00ebrshtoi.<\/div>\n
I cika buz\u00ebt. Ngaq\u00eb Egla nuk m\u00eb puthi, edhe un\u00eb u t\u00ebrhoqa mbrapsh.<\/div>\n
– Nuk m\u00eb puth? – e pyeta, nd\u00ebrsa e largova pak\u00ebz nga vetvetja.<\/div>\n
– Jam e ngrir\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Ngase?<\/div>\n
– Po, ja, kaq papritur, gjendemi kaq pran\u00eb. Sa vite ndarjeje.<\/div>\n
Egla, sikur u kristalizua n\u00eb nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz akulli dhe ftoht\u00ebsia e saj u p\u00ebrcoll edhe te un\u00eb.<\/div>\n
< Kush do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ai i pari, q\u00eb do t\u00eb puth\u00eb?>, – m\u00eb pyeste Egla, kur ne imagjinonim at\u00eb \u00e7astin e par\u00eb, q\u00eb do t\u00eb takoheshim.<\/div>\n
< Un\u00eb. Un\u00eb, do t\u00eb t\u00eb shtr\u00ebngoj fort dhe do t\u00eb t\u00eb puth gjat\u00eb. Saq\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb merret edhe fryma, dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb lut\u00ebsh><\/div>\n
< Dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, do q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb vdes\u00ebsh me t\u00eb puthura>.<\/div>\n
< Jo t\u00eb t\u00eb vdes, por t\u00eb t\u00eb jap frym\u00ebn time, q\u00eb t\u00eb jetosh>.<\/div>\n
< Do ta shikojm\u00eb. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb kacavitem n\u00ebp\u00ebr trupin t\u00ebnd, si ajo kulpra q\u00eb pushton lisin>.<\/div>\n
< Dhe…><\/div>\n
< Do t\u00eb t\u00eb marr edhe frym\u00ebn, p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebnuar, p\u00ebr at\u00ebhere, q\u00eb nuk erdhe t\u00eb m\u00eb merrje…><\/div>\n
Egla, s\u00ebrish m\u00eb shikonte, por nuk b\u00ebri asgj\u00eb, t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafonte.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb ula krah\u00ebt, dhe u largova nga ana tjet\u00ebr e makin\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Si i zhg\u00ebnjyer. Si i habitur. Me nj\u00eb tronditje t\u00eb brendshme, q\u00eb nuk doja ta shpjegoja vetvetes, ar\u00eb \u00e7ast.<\/div>\n
Egla, vuri rripin e siguris\u00eb dhe filloi t\u00eb nis\u00eb makin\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
– Egla, sikur kishim \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar ndryshe takimin e par\u00eb. M\u00eb kishe premtuar, q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrje edhe frym\u00ebn me t\u00eb puthura.<\/div>\n
Egla nuk e ktheu kok\u00ebn nga un\u00eb, por n\u00ebnqeshi leht\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Lulet, nuk ti lan\u00eb n\u00eb aeroplan, t\u00eb sillje?- tha m\u00eb nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, pa e kthyer kok\u00ebn nga un\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Si\u00e7 isha me profil nga Egla, u struka pask\u00ebsaj n\u00eb sedilen e makin\u00ebs. Mbylla nj\u00eb \u00e7ast syt\u00eb.<\/div>\n
I pohova vetvetes, q\u00eb n\u00eb fakt, jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb nuk m\u00eb kishte shkuar nd\u00ebrmend, q\u00eb t\u00eb kisha bler\u00eb lule, por, e dija, q\u00eb as eurot\u00eb q\u00eb kisha n\u00eb xhep, nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb mjaftonin.<\/div>\n
I till\u00eb jam edhe un\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb, nuk kam bler\u00eb lule, tja dhuroj s\u00eb dashur\u00ebs. Cilado t\u00eb ishte. As me vajz\u00ebn q\u00eb u martova.<\/div>\n
Sikur lulet m\u00eb\u00a0 shkaktonin alergjin\u00eb e ndjenjave. Lulet m\u00eb dukeshin m\u00eb shum\u00eb si nj\u00eb cop\u00eb hipokrizie, q\u00eb detyrimisht ia jep s\u00eb dashur\u00ebs, pasi nuk i ke dh\u00ebn\u00eb\u00a0 deri at\u00eb \u00e7ast ndjenj\u00ebn, p\u00ebr ta bindur sa shum\u00eb e do. Kur t\u00eb dashur\u00ebs i dhuron ndjenj\u00ebn e dashuris\u00eb,\u00a0 me gjith\u00eb forc\u00ebn e shpirtit, t\u00eb gjitha t\u00eb tjerat, qoft\u00eb edhe lulet, qoft\u00eb edhe fjal\u00ebt e zjarrta t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, teprojn\u00eb. T\u00eb velin ndjenjat. Lulet dhe fjal\u00ebt e zjarrta, jan\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb dekori i skenareve n\u00ebp\u00ebr libra dhe filma, pasi e ke t\u00eb pamundur q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruash dot, ato ndjenja t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, q\u00eb ia p\u00ebrcjell s\u00eb dashur\u00ebs nga thell\u00ebsia e vetvetes t\u00ebnde. Fjala, sado e zjarrt\u00eb, e p\u00ebrshkruar edhe me mjesht\u00ebrin\u00eb e artit, nuk mund t\u00eb mbart\u00eb, nuk mund t\u00eb shpreh\u00eb dot, at\u00eb q\u00eb p\u00ebrcjell ndjenja, syt\u00eb, nj\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelje, nj\u00eb puthje.<\/div>\n
Nuk mundesha dot, as ti shpjegohesha. As ti justifikohesha, p\u00ebrse nuk munda t\u00eb bleja lule, p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb pritjen e sotme. Deri tani, Egl\u00ebs nuk i kisha d\u00ebftuar asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr aksidentin tim. As p\u00ebr koh\u00ebshtrimin n\u00eb spital.<\/div>\n
Ve\u00e7se ndjeva mornica n\u00ebp\u00ebr gjith\u00eb trupin, si nj\u00eb rrym\u00eb e ftoht\u00eb, q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrshkroi t\u00eb t\u00ebrin, duke m\u00eb dridhur, si nj\u00eb deg\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb er\u00ebs s\u00eb fort\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Nuk fola.<\/div>\n
Nd\u00ebrkaq, ishim afruar pran\u00eb pik\u00ebs s\u00eb pagimit t\u00eb autostrad\u00ebs, q\u00eb lidhte aeroportin me qytetin.<\/div>\n
Egla, q\u00ebndroi dhe rr\u00ebmoi gjat\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7ant\u00eb. Nuk gjente dot, monedhat metalike, t\u00eb shum\u00ebs q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb paguante.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb i zgjata nj\u00eb kartmomedh\u00eb 20 euro. E vetmja q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte tepruar.<\/div>\n
Egla, shp\u00ebrfillsh\u00ebm, as e mori mundimin q\u00eb t\u00eb shikonte, por vazhdonte t\u00eb rr\u00ebmonte portofolin e saj, duke num\u00ebruar cent\u00ebt.<\/div>\n
– Merre, k\u00ebt\u00eb dhe paguaj, – i thash\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Mbaje, do t\u00eb t\u00eb duhet. Kam t\u00eb holla, m\u00eb tha.<\/div>\n
– Merre, – i thash\u00eb, duke ngritur tone qortimi n\u00eb t\u00eb folur\u00ebn time.<\/div>\n
Egla, nd\u00ebrkaq i zgjati cent\u00ebt tjetrit, q\u00eb priste pas dritares s\u00eb vog\u00ebl t\u00eb kabin\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Prit\u00ebm nj\u00eb nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, sa edhe tjetri num\u00ebroi cent\u00ebt metalike, q\u00eb i dha Egla.<\/div>\n
Kur, u nis\u00ebm, un\u00eb e lash\u00eb kartmonedh\u00ebn mbi tablon\u00eb e makin\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Egla, e mori dhe ma zgjati mua, duke ma hedhur n\u00eb preh\u00ebr.<\/div>\n
– Ty, m\u00eb ke th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb sapo ke filluar pun\u00ebn aty. Mbase t\u00eb duhen.<\/div>\n
– Merre. – i thash\u00eb prer\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Jo, nuk e marr.<\/div>\n
Nuk e kund\u00ebrshtova.<\/div>\n
– N\u00eb fakt, e kisha imagjinuar, pak\u00ebz m\u00eb romantike, takimin ton\u00eb.- foli Egla.<\/div>\n
– Si, m\u00eb romantike? Nuk t\u00eb kuptova.<\/div>\n
– Po, ja. Ty, do t\u00eb vije me duar passhpine, ku t\u00eb mbaje buqet\u00ebn me lule. Sa m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura lulet, kaq m\u00eb shum\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb shprehje edhe ndjenjat q\u00eb ke p\u00ebr mua.<\/div>\n
– Ashtu?<\/div>\n
– Pse, ty nuk t\u00eb p\u00eblqen romantizmi?<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb qesha pak\u00ebz me ironi. Nuk fola.<\/div>\n
– Pastaj, prisja, q\u00eb ty, t\u00eb uleshe para meje dhe n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, t\u00eb m\u00eb propozoje….<\/div>\n
– Vet\u00eb ardhja ime, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb romantiz\u00ebm?<\/div>\n
– K\u00ebshtu e kisha fantazuar un\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Prandaj ty ngrive, sa as nuk m\u00eb puthe?…<\/div>\n
Egla, ktheu kok\u00ebn majtas saj, si t\u00eb m\u00eb fshihte syt\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Fillove pun\u00ebn?- m\u00eb pyeti papritur.<\/div>\n
– T\u00eb kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb kam 3 jav\u00eb q\u00eb fillova.<\/div>\n
– Edhe ty, rrug\u00ebve mbete. Nuk munde t\u00eb b\u00ebja dot asgj\u00eb…<\/div>\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb asgj\u00eb?…<\/div>\n
– Ty ishe studenti m\u00eb i hedhur. M\u00eb i miri. Si u katandise t\u00eb mbetesh emigrimeve n\u00ebp\u00ebr shtete t\u00eb ndryshme.<\/div>\n
Nj\u00eb ng\u00ebr\u00e7 m\u00eb bllokoi frym\u00ebmarrjen. Sa ndjeva mpirje n\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin.<\/div>\n
– U zhg\u00ebnjeve, q\u00eb m\u00eb pe k\u00ebshtu?…<\/div>\n
– Jo, por…<\/div>\n
– Mbaje,- b\u00ebrtia pak\u00ebz me ton t\u00eb lart\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Egla frenoi menj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– P\u00ebrse?- me pyeti, duke u kthyer nga un\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Sikur d\u00ebgjova z\u00ebrin e ishgruas.<\/div>\n
– K\u00eb z\u00eb?<\/div>\n
– Un\u00eb iki. T\u00eb m\u00eb fal\u00ebsh. – i thash\u00eb, dhe hapa der\u00ebn e makin\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
– Petro, \u00e7far\u00eb b\u00ebn?<\/div>\n
– Erdha gabimisht. S\u00ebrish ngat\u00ebrrova rrug\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
– Petro, ku shkon?<\/div>\n
U largova, pa kthyer m\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje. As pa e kthyer koh\u00ebn mbrapsh.<\/div>\n
Isha akoma n\u00eb autostrad\u00ebn e mbyllur dhe, detyrimisht, ecja an\u00ebs rrug\u00ebs, deri te dalja m\u00eb e af\u00ebrt.<\/div>\n
Pash\u00eb, q\u00eb makina e Egl\u00ebs, m\u00eb parakaloi, duke q\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb korsin\u00eb e majt\u00eb. M\u00eb par\u00eb humbi makina e saj n\u00eb terrin e err\u00ebsir\u00ebs, dhe pask\u00ebaj, doja q\u00eb edhe Egla, t\u00eb humbiste k\u00ebshtu, edhe n\u00eb terrin e memories dhe t\u00eb ndjenjave t\u00eb mia…<\/div>\n
N\u00eb xhep m\u00eb kishin tepruar vet\u00ebm 20 euro dhe bileta e kthimit, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn mund ti ndryshoja vet\u00ebm dat\u00ebn e kthimit.<\/div>\n
Edhe pse n\u00eb qytet kisha familjen time, tashm\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb shkoja m\u00eb aty. Un\u00eb dhe ajo ishim b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb huaj p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri- tjetrin, sa asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk u interesua p\u00ebr aksidentin tim. Dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, gjithnj\u00eb mendonin se un\u00eb isha plagprish\u00ebsi i familjes, q\u00eb t\u00eb ardhurat q\u00eb fitova, ua dhash\u00eb t\u00eb af\u00ebrme t\u00eb mi dhe nuk mendova p\u00ebr familjen time.<\/div>\n
Koh\u00ebzgjatja e papun\u00ebsis\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb huaj, saq\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt ma kishin th\u00ebn\u00eb disa her\u00eb, q\u00eb familjen e mban dhe e ushqen mamaja.<\/div>\n
Sa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, ika nga sht\u00ebpia, pa th\u00ebn\u00eb, pa dh\u00ebn\u00eb asnj\u00eb andres\u00eb.<\/div>\n
S\u00ebrish, emigrant, n\u00eb nj\u00eb shtet t\u00eb larg\u00ebt.<\/div>\n
Askush nuk u interesua m\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Ku isha. \u00c7far\u00eb b\u00ebja.<\/div>\n
As kur u aksidentova dhe gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebshtrimin tim n\u00eb spital, asnj\u00eb lajm nuk mb\u00ebrriti te un\u00eb, nga askush. Isha i harruari. Edhe, pse 30 dit\u00eb isha n\u00eb koma, ku pak\u00ebkush nga mjek\u00ebt, besoi se un\u00eb do t\u00eb rikthehesha n\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Rruga drejt qytetit mu duk e larg\u00ebt.<\/div>\n
U ktheva dhe mora drejtimin e aeroportit.<\/div>\n
N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, askush m\u00eb nuk m\u00eb priste…<\/div>\n
Kjo nat\u00eb e err\u00ebt, u b\u00eb nata e iluzionit dhe e zhg\u00ebnjimit tim.<\/div>\n
Zilja e telefonit, m\u00eb shkundi nga hamend\u00ebsimet.<\/div>\n
Nuk e njihja numrin, por e hapa, ngaq\u00eb m\u00eb mor\u00ebn n\u00eb numrin tim personal, q\u00eb e dinin pak\u00ebkush k\u00ebtu.<\/div>\n
– Babi, jam un\u00eb. T\u00eb pres k\u00ebtu n\u00eb hyrje.<\/div>\n
Ishte vajza e madhe.<\/div>\n
– Ela n\u00eb zyr\u00eb. Ti them portierit.<\/div>\n
– Jo, babi. Eja ty k\u00ebtu, – m\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtoi vajza.<\/div>\n
Vajza punon n\u00eb nj\u00eb shtet tjet\u00ebr, dhe ka ardhur n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, t\u00eb m\u00eb takoj\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb vjen t\u00eb m\u00eb takoj\u00eb, pasi jam em\u00ebruar k\u00ebtu. Dhe, \u00ebsht\u00eb e para e familjes, q\u00eb vjen p\u00ebr mua.<\/div>\n
Zbrita shkall\u00ebt q\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7ojn\u00eb n\u00eb hyrjen kryesore t\u00eb institucionit. Diku, n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb sallonit, m\u00eb zuri syri profilin e Egl\u00ebs. Kishte mb\u00ebshtetur shpin\u00ebn n\u00eb mur, kishte kryq\u00ebzuar duart dhe m\u00eb pa nj\u00eb \u00e7ast.<\/div>\n
Nuk l\u00ebvizi.<\/div>\n
M\u00eb doli para vajza, e cila mu hodh dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi.<\/div>\n
– Babi, urime p\u00ebr pun\u00ebn. Ty e meriton.<\/div>\n
E putha n\u00eb ball\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa u mundova t\u00eb mbaja pik\u00ebn e lotit.<\/div>\n
– Si erdhe kaq papritur? As m\u00eb shkruajte q\u00eb do vije.<\/div>\n
– Doja t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja supriz\u00eb, babi.<\/div>\n
– Dalim? – i thash\u00eb vajz\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
– Po, babi, n\u00ebse nuk ke m\u00eb pun\u00eb n\u00eb zyr\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Iu afrova portierit.<\/div>\n
– Pritjen me qytetar\u00ebt e kam n\u00eb 15. – i thash\u00eb. Doja, q\u00eb ta njoftonte Egl\u00ebn, p\u00ebr orarin e pritjes. E dija, q\u00eb ajo do t\u00eb pyeste. Pa ardhur tani t\u00eb m\u00eb takoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
N\u00eb zyr\u00eb u ktheva 5 minuta para or\u00ebs 15. Me vajz\u00ebn e lam\u00eb q\u00eb drek\u00ebn ta hanim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Do gatuante ajo. Nuk pranoi, t\u00eb hanim jasht\u00eb.<\/div>\n
< Dua t\u00eb ham\u00eb n\u00eb familje, babi>, m\u00eb tha.<\/div>\n
Thirra sekretaren dhe i thash\u00eb, t\u00eb fut qytetarin e par\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Sekretarja m\u00eb tha, q\u00eb vet\u00ebm ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb. Nuk ka asnj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.<\/div>\n
Tunda kok\u00ebn, duke miratuar dhe nd\u00ebrkaq un\u00eb u ktheva nga kompjuteri.<\/div>\n
Egla kishte hyr\u00eb n\u00eb zyr\u00eb, pa u ndjer\u00eb. Kur ngrita syt\u00eb, ajo q\u00ebndronte para meje.<\/div>\n
U ktheva me profil drejt saj.<\/div>\n
– Uluni. – e ftova n\u00eb karriken p\u00ebrball\u00eb tavolin\u00ebs tim\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– M\u00eb flet n\u00eb shum\u00ebs?- m\u00eb foli Egla, me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb that\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Ju d\u00ebgjoj. – i fola, pa i drejtuar syt\u00eb nga ajo, por duke u munduar t\u00eb shkruaja di\u00e7ka n\u00eb nj\u00eb flet\u00eb t\u00eb bardh\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Doja t\u00eb fshija emocionet e nervozizmit.<\/div>\n
N\u00eb fakt, nuk do t\u00eb d\u00ebshiroja q\u00eb Egla t\u00eb vinte n\u00eb zyr\u00ebn time. As, si qytetare p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00ebdo ankese.<\/div>\n
Shum\u00eb-shum\u00eb mund t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte jasht\u00eb. Sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb, ja u takuam. Asgj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb, nuk mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb m\u00eb midis nesh, sidomos, pas asaj nate t\u00eb err\u00ebt t\u00eb asaj pritjeje.<\/div>\n
– As n\u00eb sy nuk m\u00eb shikon dot m\u00eb?- m\u00eb foli Egla.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb ngrita syt\u00eb mekanikisht, duke e par\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb problemi t\u00eb ka sjell\u00eb n\u00eb zyr\u00ebn time?<\/div>\n
– Nuk mund t\u00eb vija t\u00eb t\u00eb uroja?<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb hodha syt\u00eb nga dritarja, si p\u00ebr ti th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb as urimi i saj nuk m\u00eb vlen m\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Kemi mbjell\u00eb ullinj dhe agrume, por nuk na kan\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb financime.<\/div>\n
– Kush? Ty?- kur p\u00ebrmenda p\u00ebremrin pronor, i dhash\u00eb tonit tim edhe nota sarkazme.<\/div>\n
– Bashk\u00eb me v\u00ebllain e vog\u00ebl.<\/div>\n
– Ku jeni ankuar deri tani?<\/div>\n
– Kudo, po nuk na kan\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb zgjidhje.<\/div>\n
– Pse erdhe ty k\u00ebtu t\u00eb ankohesh. Ty, sikur nuk interesoheshe p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Po, meq\u00eb ti je titullari.<\/div>\n
– Dhe?….<\/div>\n
– Shpresoj, q\u00eb do ta zgjidh\u00ebsh hallin.<\/div>\n
– Ashtu?…- s\u00ebrish nuk e fsheha tonin e ironis\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Vajza e madhe ishte ajo q\u00eb erdhi e t\u00eb takoi?- m\u00eb pyeti Egla, me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, intim.<\/div>\n
M\u00eb ngacmoi pyetja e saj, dhe i m\u00ebshova fort stilolapsit mbi flet\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb, sa m\u00eb k\u00ebrceu nga duart e nervozuara.<\/div>\n
Ngrita receptorin. K\u00ebrkova drejtorin p\u00ebrkat\u00ebs. E ftova t\u00eb vinbnte n\u00eb zyr\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Keni dosjen me vete?- e pyeta Egl\u00ebn, m\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr tiu shmangur pyetjes s\u00eb saj p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
Egla m\u00eb nxorri para nj\u00eb dosje t\u00eb plot\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb\u00a0 nuk e preka.<\/div>\n
– Po m\u00eb fsheh edhe syt\u00eb, – m\u00eb tha Egla.<\/div>\n
– Ke harruar q\u00eb ke ardhur n\u00eb nj\u00eb zyr\u00eb shteti.- i thash\u00eb prer\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– P\u00ebrse m\u00eb sillesh kaq ftoht\u00eb. E meritoj?<\/div>\n
Nuk iu p\u00ebrgjigja.<\/div>\n
Nuk doja t\u00eb hapja asnj\u00eb dialog. \u00c7do gj\u00eb midis nesh, p\u00ebrfundimisht e kisha varrosur n\u00eb terrin e asaj nate.<\/div>\n
– M\u00eb kishe th\u00ebn\u00eb, q\u00eb Egl\u00ebn e \u00ebnd\u00ebrroje gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn t\u00ebnde,- m\u00eb foli Egla, me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb dridhur, l\u00ebngues.<\/div>\n
– At\u00eb nat\u00eb, kuptova, q\u00eb at\u00eb Egl\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja un\u00eb, nuk ishte as Egla studente, as ty, kur u rigjet\u00ebm.<\/div>\n
– Po cila Egl\u00eb? Ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr e dashur?- k\u00ebsaj here toni i z\u00ebrit t\u00eb saj mbarti ironin\u00eb therr\u00ebse t\u00eb saj.<\/div>\n
– Ishte Egla q\u00eb un\u00eb fantazoja. Q\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja. Doja t\u00eb trup\u00ebzohej te ty, por…<\/div>\n
– Por….<\/div>\n
– Egla, ti ke dashuruar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb? – ishte e vetmja pyetje, q\u00eb m\u00ebndoja t\u00ebr\u00eb nd\u00ebrkoh\u00ebn q\u00eb ika larg saj, nga ajo err\u00ebsir\u00eb e asaj nat\u00eb,\u00a0 dhe q\u00eb doja tja b\u00ebja, n\u00ebse ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb do ta takoja p\u00ebrball\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Ja, rasti e solli, t\u00eb jet\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje, pavar\u00ebsisht, se n\u00eb zyr\u00ebn time t\u00eb pun\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
– Ti ishe dashuria ime e par\u00eb. Ta kam pohuar kaq her\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Ve\u00e7se tani nuk mund ta besoj\u00a0 dhe t\u00eb t\u00eb besoj m\u00eb kurr\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Pse? Pse nuk m\u00eb beson tani. Kur u ritakuam, m\u00eb besoje, sa her\u00eb ta thosha. Apo i ke harruar ato q\u00eb m\u00eb thoshe dhe m\u00eb shkruaje.<\/div>\n
– Asgj\u00eb nuk kam harruar. Asgj\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb n\u00eb zyr\u00eb hyri drejtori q\u00eb thirra.<\/div>\n
E ftova t\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte problemin e Egl\u00ebs.<\/div>\n
Egla ia shpjegoi gjat\u00eb. Kur mbaroi, drejtori m\u00eb pa n\u00eb sy.<\/div>\n
– Problemi q\u00eb ngr\u00eb zonja, ne e kemi sqaruar zyrtarisht, dhe i kemi dh\u00ebn\u00eb zgjedhjen, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn zonja nuk e pranon.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja n\u00eb heshtje dialogun e tyre. Kuptova q\u00eb drejtori kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Egla, megjith\u00ebk\u00ebt\u00eb, kund\u00ebrshtonte.<\/div>\n
– M\u00eb falni, po un\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebj asgj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb, nga p\u00ebrgjigja zyrtare q\u00eb ju kemi dh\u00ebn\u00eb, – tha drejtori dhe u b\u00eb gati t\u00eb largohej.<\/div>\n
Un\u00eb i b\u00ebra m\u00eb sh\u00ebnj\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb largohej.<\/div>\n
Kur mbet\u00ebm vet\u00ebm, pyeta Egl\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
– U binde dhe u sqarove p\u00ebr problemin q\u00eb erdh\u00ebt?<\/div>\n
– Ty nuk mund t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmosh?<\/div>\n
– Si t\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj m\u00eb shum\u00eb?<\/div>\n
– N\u00ebse ty e urdh\u00ebron drejtorin, ai mund t\u00eb ndryshoj\u00eb vendimin.<\/div>\n
– Si mund ta urdh\u00ebroj\u00eb un\u00eb drejtorin?<\/div>\n
– E ke pushtetin mbi at\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Egla, v\u00ebrtet, ma k\u00ebrkon ta b\u00ebj\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb?<\/div>\n
– Prandaj, erdha te ty.<\/div>\n
At\u00ebhere, fillimisht sa filluam t\u00eb flisnim, e pyeta Egl\u00ebn p\u00ebrse ishte ndar\u00eb. Ajo m\u00eb rr\u00ebfeu gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn e saj. Me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb but\u00eb, sa mua mu duk se m\u00eb hapi zemr\u00ebn e saj. Dridhesha, kur m\u00eb pohonte vuajtjet shpirt\u00ebrore dhe fizike, q\u00eb i kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb bashk\u00ebshorti, sa m\u00eb tha:<\/div>\n
– Kur nuk duroja dot m\u00eb torturat e tij, mora f\u00ebmij\u00ebt dhe u fsheha, t\u00eb mos m\u00eb gjente m\u00eb kurr\u00eb.\u00a0 K\u00ebshtu, shp\u00ebtova nga ai.<\/div>\n
– Po pastaj?<\/div>\n
– Bashk\u00ebjetova me nj\u00eb 5 vite.<\/div>\n
– U martuat?<\/div>\n
– Jo. Un\u00eb nuk pranova t\u00eb martohesha, se kisha f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Bashk\u00ebjetonim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb ndryshme. Ai m\u00eb ndihmoi ekonomikisht, fillimisht.<\/div>\n
– Pse u ndat\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Eh. Nuk b\u00ebhej m\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Nuk munde t\u00eb gjeje dik\u00eb t\u00eb martoheshe?<\/div>\n
– Jo, nuk doja martes\u00eb m\u00eb. Bashk\u00ebjetova pastaj, me nj\u00eb 15 vite. Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00ebpun\u00ebs dhe ka t\u00eb ardhura. M\u00eb ndihmoi p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka.<\/div>\n
– Ndenj\u00ebt n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi?<\/div>\n
– Jo, me asnj\u00eb nuk pranoj t\u00eb rri n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, derisa kam f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Un\u00eb shkoja te ai, nd\u00ebrsa at\u00eb nuk e solla kurr\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. As te njer\u00ebzit e mi nuk e \u00e7ova.<\/div>\n
– Po f\u00ebmij\u00ebt?<\/div>\n
– Ata nuk e donin.<\/div>\n
– P\u00ebrse?<\/div>\n
– Thjesht nuk e donin.<\/div>\n
– Po ty, si e mbaje lidhjen 15 vite, kur nuk ta donin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt?<\/div>\n
– Po ai m\u00eb plot\u00ebsonte \u00e7do nevoj\u00eb. Un\u00eb kisha nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ndihm\u00eb. Si do ta p\u00ebrballoja jet\u00ebn e vetme.<\/div>\n
– E dashuroje?<\/div>\n
– Jo, jo. Nuk ndjeja asgj\u00eb. Thjesht, bashk\u00ebjetonim. Ishte i mir\u00eb p\u00ebr krevat. Kjo m\u00eb mjaftonte.<\/div>\n
– Po tani, pse u ndat\u00eb pas 15 vitesh?<\/div>\n
– Un\u00eb e lash\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb behar ai nuk ma vari fare. Nuk m\u00eb \u00e7oi p\u00ebr pushime asgj\u00ebkundi. Iku me shok\u00ebt e tij, dhe m\u00eb harroi mua.<\/div>\n
– Mbase ai ka ndonj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur tjet\u00ebr?<\/div>\n
– Nuk e di. Nuk e besoj. Edhe mundet. Po, me mua ai sillej mir\u00eb, kur ishte. Humbiste, por s\u00ebrish vinte te un\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Po tani, nuk erdhi s\u00ebrish te ty.<\/div>\n
– Tani vjen p\u00ebrdit\u00eb dhe m\u00eb lutet. Edhe qan. Madje m\u00eb tha, q\u00eb ka marr\u00eb kredi t\u00eb blej\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi p\u00ebr ne.<\/div>\n
– Po ty \u00e7far\u00eb i the?<\/div>\n
– Sa her\u00eb kemi b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebshtu. Shum\u00eb her\u00eb ia kam falur.<\/div>\n
– Mbase ia fal edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Jo. K\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb jo. Un\u00eb shkova dhe mora edhe gj\u00ebrat e mia q\u00eb kisha te sht\u00ebpia e tij.<\/div>\n
– Ku e di ti, se k\u00ebsaj here nuk do tja fal\u00ebsh?<\/div>\n
– Sepse tani gjeta ty.<\/div>\n
– V\u00ebrtet?<\/div>\n
– Edhe sikur t\u00eb t\u00eb mos kisha gjetur ty, te ai nuk shkoja m\u00eb. Do gjeja nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Ai humbi p\u00ebrfundimisht p\u00ebr mua.<\/div>\n
– Shum\u00eb plag\u00eb ke marr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Un\u00eb mundohem ti harroj ato. T\u00eb mos kujtoj asgj\u00eb. Sepse, po ti kujtoj, do t\u00eb \u00e7mendem. Ndaj, i harroj shpejt, q\u00eb t\u00eb jetoj sa m\u00eb mir\u00eb, at\u00eb q\u00eb zgjedh n\u00eb \u00e7ast.<\/div>\n
– K\u00ebshtu, mund t\u00eb gabosh shpeshher\u00eb dhe plagos edhe vetveten shpeshher\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– E di, por sa her\u00eb, i harroj shpejt, q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ndjej dhimbje nga plag\u00ebt. Nuk kam as koh\u00eb t\u00eb pranoj gabimet. Mundohem t\u00eb gjej di\u00e7ka t\u00eb re, q\u00eb m\u00eb sh\u00ebrben, q\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmon…<\/div>\n
Ndoshta, edhe p\u00ebr at\u00eb nat\u00eb, Egla e harroi kaq shpejt, sa pa u gdhir\u00eb m\u00ebngjezi.<\/div>\n
Ndaj, nuk ndjeu dhimbje p\u00ebr humbjen ton\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, si\u00e7 nuk e ka ndjer\u00eb edhe humbjen ton\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Nuk m\u00eb tha asnj\u00ebher\u00eb, q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte kujtuar. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn \u00ebsht\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb. Nuk shtiret, sado e hidhur, sado plag\u00eb t\u00eb shkaktoj\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Dhimbjen e atij zhg\u00ebnjimi e p\u00ebrjetova un\u00eb. Humba vetbesimin te vetja ime. Nuk i besoja m\u00eb vetvetes.<\/div>\n
– Egla, pak m\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb pyeta. A ke dashuruar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn t\u00ebnde?<\/div>\n
– Po, por jam vrar\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Nuk ke dashuruar asnjeh\u00ebr\u00eb Egla. Ke ndjer\u00eb, por nuk ke dashuruar. Si\u00e7 e the edhe vet\u00eb. \u00c7do gj\u00eb e fshije nga vetvetja jote, nga kujtesa jote, nga ndjenja jote, q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb mos shkaktonte dhimbje, sa t\u00eb \u00e7mendeshe. Ty doje t\u00eb jetoje.<\/div>\n
– Pse, \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebkat, t\u00eb duash t\u00eb jetosh?<\/div>\n
– Jo. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebkat. \u00cbsht\u00eb e drejta m\u00eb e ligjshme, m\u00eb madhore e \u00e7do njeriu t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb. Por, varet se \u00e7far\u00eb zgjedhje b\u00ebn, p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar.<\/div>\n
– \u00c7do t\u00eb thuash me at\u00eb, q\u00eb < \u00e7far\u00eb zgjedhje b\u00ebn, p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar>?<\/div>\n
– Egla, n\u00eb jet\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, ke b\u00ebr\u00eb zgjedhje, p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar me sa m\u00eb pak mundime dhe me nj\u00eb komoditet, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrtej aft\u00ebsive t\u00eb tua. Je mb\u00ebshtetur te t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, duke u dh\u00ebn\u00eb. M\u00eb kuptove?<\/div>\n
– K\u00ebshtu mendon ti p\u00ebr mua?<\/div>\n
– T\u00eb kujtohet \u00e7far\u00eb m\u00eb the? U ndave me ish-in e fundit, vet\u00ebm e vet\u00ebm, q\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb behar nuk t\u00eb \u00e7oi n\u00ebp\u00ebr ishuj, po mbete n\u00eb qytet.<\/div>\n
– Nuk ishte vet\u00ebm ajo ar\u00ebsyeja. M\u00eb ishte r\u00ebnduar, m\u00eb ishte m\u00ebrzitur…<\/div>\n
– Tani, erdhe te un\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkosh, q\u00eb domosdo un\u00eb t\u00eb zgjidh problemin n\u00eb favor t\u00ebnd, edhe pse e kupton, q\u00eb nuk ke t\u00eb drejt\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Po edhe t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, kan\u00eb p\u00ebrfituar, sepse kan\u00eb patur ndihm\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb e keqe e madhe, n\u00ebse edhe un\u00eb p\u00ebrfitoj, si ata?<\/div>\n
– Po ti erdhe te un\u00eb, si Egla, q\u00eb un\u00eb dashuroja. Apo jo?<\/div>\n
– B\u00ebra gabim, q\u00eb erdha te ty si Egla?<\/div>\n
– E di ty, q\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb, kur un\u00eb erdha te ty, kisha n\u00eb xhep vet\u00ebm at\u00eb 20 euro q\u00eb ta dhash\u00eb ta merrje t\u00eb paguaje autostrad\u00ebn?<\/div>\n
– Prandaj nuk ta mora, sepse e dija q\u00eb kishe vet\u00ebm at\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Po, pse kisha vet\u00ebm at\u00eb, e m\u00ebsove dot?<\/div>\n
– Ty nuk m\u00eb kishe th\u00ebn\u00eb asgj\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Isha n\u00eb spital 6 muaj nga aksidenti. 30 dit\u00eb n\u00eb koma. Kisha 1 jav\u00eb q\u00eb kisha dal\u00eb nga spitali, kur erdha te ty.<\/div>\n
– V\u00ebrtet? Tani mi thua?<\/div>\n
– Nd\u00ebrsa ty, at\u00eb nat\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb puthe, sepse un\u00eb nuk isha romantik, ashtu si\u00e7 e mendove ty, ngaq\u00eb nuk t\u00eb solla lule.<\/div>\n
– Ishim t\u00eb dashuruar dhe e dashura \u00ebnd\u00ebrron buqet\u00ebn e lules nga i dashuri.<\/div>\n
– Ishim t\u00eb dashuruar?…Nuk e besoj.<\/div>\n
– V\u00ebrtet nuk e beson, se un\u00eb t\u00eb doja?<\/div>\n
– Mq\u00eb doje sipas m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00ebnde. Si\u00e7 ke dashur edhe bashk\u00ebjetuesit e tjer\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Po m\u00eb gjykon?<\/div>\n
– Jo. Doja t\u00eb t\u00eb thosha, q\u00eb isha kaq i dashuruar me ty, besova kaq shum\u00eb te ndjenja jote, saq\u00eb u b\u00ebra kaq romantik, sa erdha te ty, edhe pse ende ndjeja dhimbje nga palg\u00ebt, gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb fluturimit.<\/div>\n
– Nuk e dija, q\u00eb ishe i plagosur. Po ta dija, do t\u00eb kisha ardhur un\u00eb te ty.<\/div>\n
– Por, at\u00eb nat\u00eb q\u00eb erdha te ty p\u00ebr ty, ty ngrive, sepse kuptove q\u00eb un\u00eb isha xhepzbazur. Ty nuk t\u00eb interesoi kaq shum\u00eb zemra ime, sa ishte e mbushur me ndjenja p\u00ebr ty.<\/div>\n
– Po m\u00eb vret.<\/div>\n
– E di, q\u00eb shum\u00eb shpejt, do ta fshish edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb plag\u00eb, t\u00eb fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb mia. Q\u00eb, si\u00e7 m\u00eb ke th\u00ebn\u00eb, t\u00eb mos vuash, t\u00eb mos \u00e7mendesh nga dhimbja, sepse, do q\u00eb t\u00eb jetosh. T\u00eb jetosh sa m\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/div>\n
– Do t\u00eb m\u00eb thuash, q\u00eb gabova q\u00eb erdha dhe k\u00ebrkova ndihm\u00ebn t\u00ebnde?<\/div>\n
– Ajo q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon nga un\u00eb tani, nuk quhet ndihm\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb privilegj. Madje, privilegj i kund\u00ebrligjsh\u00ebm. Q\u00eb un\u00eb, k\u00ebt\u00eb privilegj nuk mund ta b\u00ebj p\u00ebr ask\u00ebnd. As p\u00ebr ty! Si\u00e7 nuk b\u00ebra p\u00ebr ty, hipokrizi as n\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Sht\u00ebngova stilolapsin aq fort n\u00eb dor\u00eb, sa e thyeva.<\/div>\n
Egla nd\u00ebnji nj\u00eb \u00e7ast me syt\u00eb nga dritarja.<\/div>\n
Pastaj, u ngrit, mori \u00e7ant\u00ebn dhe doli pa m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetur. La der\u00ebn hapur…<\/div>\n
Ndoshta, mir\u00eb b\u00ebri. N\u00eb zyr\u00eb, duhej t\u00eb hynte nj\u00eb er\u00eb e fresk\u00ebt.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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