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P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Un\u00eb quhem Adrian. Kjo q\u00eb po ju shkruaj \u00ebsht\u00eb historia e jet\u00ebs\nsime, m\u00eb sakt\u00eb, e dashuris\u00eb sime t\u00eb \u00e7mendur p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb quhet Tamara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb nga ata q\u00eb shum\u00eb vajza i quajn\u00eb \u00e7una lagjesh. Nuk kam b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb\nshkoll\u00eb. E lash\u00eb nj\u00eb tet\u00ebvje\u00e7aren nj\u00eb vit p\u00ebrpara se ta mbaroja. Babai m\u00eb ka\nvdekur kur un\u00eb isha shum\u00eb i vog\u00ebl, ndaj dhe m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb p\u00ebrvishja m\u00ebng\u00ebt dhe t\u00eb\npunoja, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur familjen. Kjo gj\u00eb m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb shkath\u00ebt. Ndoshta\nf\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tjer\u00eb ishin me universitet, por un\u00eb isha i mpreht\u00eb dhe gjithnj\u00eb i\nzoti i vetes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por ka di\u00e7ka q\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kam l\u00ebn\u00eb: Librat. Leximin e kisha pasion.\nShkoja n\u00eb bibliotek\u00ebn e qytetit q\u00eb e kisha af\u00ebr pun\u00ebs dhe merrja librat q\u00eb\nmendoja se ishin t\u00eb bukur, apo q\u00eb u kisha d\u00ebgjuar titullin n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb bised\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ky pasion i imi m\u00eb dha nj\u00eb fuqi shum\u00eb t\u00eb madhe. Mund t\u00eb udh\u00ebtoja pa qen\u00eb\nnevoja q\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebvizja. Me mendjen time vizitoja \u00e7do vend p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin lexoja. P\u00ebrfytyroja\nvendet, njer\u00ebzit, atmosfer\u00ebn. Nat\u00ebn, kur nuk kisha pun\u00eb dhe gjum\u00eb, rrija me syt\u00eb\nn\u00eb tavan, duke imagjnuar sikur edhe mua m\u00eb ndodhnin t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat gj\u00ebra si\npersonazheve q\u00eb lexoja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por ama, askush nuk e dinte k\u00ebt\u00eb an\u00eb timen. Nuk mund t\u00eb flisja p\u00ebr t\u00eb, ndryshe\ndo t\u00eb humbisja besimin te shok\u00ebt dhe ata q\u00eb m\u00eb njihnin. P\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, un\u00eb isha\nnj\u00eb djal\u00eb i fort\u00eb dhe pothuajse i eg\u00ebr. Ata t\u00eb cil\u00ebve nuk u flisja, m\u00eb kishin\nfrik\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa miqt\u00eb, m\u00eb respektonin. N\u00ebse do ta merrnin vesh q\u00eb lexoja libra,\nkjo gj\u00eb do t\u2019i b\u00ebnte t\u00eb shkriheshin p\u00ebrtok\u00eb nga t\u00eb qeshurat. Nuk mund ta duroja\ndot k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pjes\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe t\u00eb fitimeve e merrja nga puna e p\u00ebrditshme. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb,\nb\u00ebja edhe ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb shtes\u00eb, \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Pasdite, zakonisht\nrrija me \u00e7unat e lagjes n\u00eb nj\u00eb lokal posht\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Me ata rrija sepse n\u00eb radh\u00eb\nt\u00eb par\u00eb nuk kisha \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja dhe, n\u00eb radh\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, ishin njer\u00ebz me pozit\u00eb.\nNga kjo p\u00ebrfitoja edhe un\u00eb, ama asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk jam p\u00ebrzier n\u00eb pun\u00ebt e tyre, q\u00eb\nnuk m\u00eb dukeshin fort t\u00eb pastra. Merreshin me gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Duke qen\u00eb se\nkishin besim, flisnin edhe n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebnin, por un\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb kam\nb\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb sy qorr e nj\u00eb vesh shurdh. Nuk ishin djem t\u00eb k\u00ebqinj, por mua thjesht\nnuk m\u00eb p\u00eblqente m\u00ebnyra e tyre e jetes\u00ebs. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb b\u00ebheshin edhe nevrik\u00eb dhe\ninat\u00e7or\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj, aq sa ishte mir\u00eb t\u00eb mos u dilje p\u00ebrpara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c7udit\u00ebrisht, qen\u00eb ata q\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmuan t\u00eb njihja vajz\u00ebn e \u00ebndrrave t\u00eb mia,\nndon\u00ebse n\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb jo t\u00eb drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb. Nj\u00eb pasdite po q\u00ebndronim si\nzakonisht te lokali i lagjes. Aty kaloi nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i ri, i veshur shum\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe\nme shije. Nj\u00ebri prej djemve nisi ta tallte, duke e thirrur \u201c\u00e7un mami\u201d. Ai ktheu\nkok\u00ebn, por nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj. Ndoshta kjo gj\u00eb i ofendoi \u00e7unat, se nis\u00ebn ta\nngacmonin s\u00ebrish. Dukej sikur donin medoemos ta b\u00ebnin me merva, q\u00eb ai t\u00eb\nreagonte. Shkurt, donin sherr. K\u00ebt\u00eb e v\u00ebrtetova disa sekonda m\u00eb von\u00eb, kur iu\nhodh\u00ebn p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb nuk isha z\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, por ai djal\u00eb duhej hequr nga duart e tyre. N\u00eb\nradh\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb sepse nuk kishte faj dhe n\u00eb radh\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, sepse dukej qart\u00eb q\u00eb\nnuk dinte t\u00eb q\u00ebllonte. Pa u menduar gjat\u00eb, iu hodha djemve p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr dhe nisa t\u00eb\nul\u00ebrisja. Ia dola. Ata ndaluan dhe po m\u00eb shihnin si t\u00eb \u00e7mendur. U thash\u00eb se ai\nishte miku im, ndaj nuk doja q\u00eb ta preknin me dor\u00eb. N\u00eb fillim ata qesh\u00ebn dhe\npastaj i drejtuan syt\u00eb nga shefi i tyre. Ai b\u00ebri me kok\u00eb dhe ata u larguan. Nj\u00ebri\nprej tyre madje iu afrua djalit dhe i k\u00ebrkoi falje. Pasi ik\u00ebn t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, i zgjata\ndor\u00ebn dhe iu prezantova. Ai, q\u00eb quhej Ernis, nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb fal\u00ebnderonte, duke m\u00eb\nth\u00ebn\u00eb se m\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb mir\u00ebnjoh\u00ebs, ndaj mund t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoja \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb doja. Qesha\ndhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb nuk doja asgj\u00eb. Pas shum\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguljesh nga ana e tij, pranova\nq\u00eb t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tij p\u00ebr dark\u00eb. M\u00eb pas u largua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, erdhi n\u00eb or\u00ebn e sakte kur e kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb marr\u00eb. M\u00eb\nshoq\u00ebroi deri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tij, nj\u00eb apartament n\u00eb nj\u00eb zon\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Kur\nu futa brenda pash\u00eb vet\u00ebm lluks, gj\u00ebra t\u00eb bukura, suvenire nga jasht\u00eb. \u00c7do gj\u00eb\ndukej q\u00eb ishte cil\u00ebsore dhe e shtrenjt\u00eb. Ndihesha si n\u00eb gjemba, por nuk kisha\n\u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Ernisi m\u00eb prezantoi me maman\u00eb dhe v\u00ebllain e tij. Babai i kishte\nikur jasht\u00eb. Ai ishte biznesmen. Nd\u00ebrsa motra e tij do t\u00eb vinte m\u00eb von\u00eb. Ne u\nul\u00ebm n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb dhe nis\u00ebm t\u00eb hanim, kur papritmas ra dera dhe Ernisi tha: \u201cDuhet\nt\u00eb jet\u00eb Tamara\u201d. Shkoi q\u00eb ta hapte. D\u00ebgjova hapat e tyre n\u00eb korridor dhe m\u00eb\npas, pash\u00eb t\u00eb futej n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb vajza m\u00eb e bukur q\u00eb m\u00eb kishin z\u00ebn\u00eb syt\u00eb. Ajo\nishte e bardh\u00eb si tr\u00ebndafil, me dy sy q\u00eb mund t\u00eb t\u00eb hidhnin p\u00ebrtok\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7ast, m\u00eb\nshum\u00eb se mij\u00ebra grushte. Kur e pash\u00eb t\u00eb veshur aq bukur, aq delikate, aq t\u00eb\npast\u00ebr, m\u2019u shpif vetja. Ajo i p\u00ebrkiste nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr planeti dhe ishte e pamundur\nq\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb shihte si nj\u00eb njeri normal. Sado q\u00eb isha munduar t\u00eb vishja rrobat e\nmia m\u00eb t\u00eb mira p\u00ebr at\u00eb rast, dukej qart\u00eb q\u00eb ajo familje ishte shum\u00eb her\u00eb larg\ntimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tamara u prezantua me mua dhe pastaj u ul n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb. Zgjodhi\nvendin af\u00ebr meje. N\u00eb fillim t\u00eb dark\u00ebs m\u00eb tha vet\u00ebm se sa mir\u00ebnjoh\u00ebse m\u00eb ishte q\u00eb\nun\u00eb i kisha shp\u00ebtuar v\u00ebllain. M\u00eb pas nd\u00ebrroi tem\u00eb dhe nisi t\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr librat\ndhe shkrimtarin e saj t\u00eb preferuar. U drodha. U hodha p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb dhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb\ni kisha lexuar librat e tij. N\u00eb at\u00eb moment, m\u2019u duk sikur ky fakt i rast\u00ebsish\u00ebm\nna solli edhe m\u00eb af\u00ebr. Doja t\u2019i zgjasja or\u00ebt dhe minutat p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebndruar m\u00eb af\u00ebr\nsaj, por ora p\u00ebr t\u2019u larguar erdhi shum\u00eb shpejt. Mundohesha t\u00eb lexoja n\u00eb syt\u00eb e\nsaj ndonj\u00eb ftes\u00eb, d\u00ebshir\u00eb apo p\u00eblqim, por Tamara e mbante veten m\u00eb s\u00eb miri.\nDola nga ajo sht\u00ebpi vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb gj\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb punoj q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb\njem i denj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i k\u00ebrkuar dor\u00ebn. E di q\u00eb ajo shkon n\u00eb universitet, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb\nshum\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb e bukur dhe i p\u00ebrket nj\u00eb klase tjet\u00ebr, por mua nuk m\u00eb intereson\nasgj\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7 asaj. Nuk do t\u00eb gjej paqe derisa ta b\u00ebj p\u00ebr vete at\u00eb. E di, \u00ebsht\u00eb\nfaji im q\u00eb u dashurova me vajz\u00ebn e gabuar, por edhe t\u00eb ndiesh p\u00ebr nj\u00eb njeri me\nkaq past\u00ebrti, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebkat. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb p\u00ebrpiqem, derisa t\u00eb mund ta b\u00ebj p\u00ebr\nvete, n\u00ebse do t\u00eb arrij…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Un\u00eb quhem Adrian. Kjo q\u00eb po ju shkruaj \u00ebsht\u00eb historia e jet\u00ebs sime, m\u00eb sakt\u00eb, e dashuris\u00eb sime t\u00eb \u00e7mendur p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb quhet Tamara. Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb nga ata q\u00eb shum\u00eb vajza i quajn\u00eb \u00e7una lagjesh. Nuk kam b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. E lash\u00eb nj\u00eb tet\u00ebvje\u00e7aren nj\u00eb vit p\u00ebrpara se ta mbaroja. Babai […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":6713,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-19882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19882","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=19882"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19882\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}