Nuk e di n\u00ebse do mund t\u00eb tregoj gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kam kaluar apo ndjer\u00eb n\u00eb krah t\u00eb atij njeriu q\u00eb nuk gjej dot fjal\u00eb ta p\u00ebrshkruaj. Isha vet\u00ebm 15 vje\u00e7e kur prind\u00ebrit vendos\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb fejonin. Sot jam 25 vje\u00e7e, m\u00eb quajn\u00eb Ela, jetoj n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr dhe ende nuk e kam kaluar stresin, makthin dhe, bashk\u00eb me k\u00ebto, edhe vdekjen e t\u00eb dy prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. T\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto ai njeri m\u2019i la peshqesh p\u00ebr ato 3 vite q\u00eb ne jetuam bashk\u00eb. Nuk doja n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb absolute t\u00eb fejohesha, por m\u00eb vinte keq p\u00ebr prind\u00ebrit se i kisha t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb dhe nuk doja t\u00eb b\u00ebheshin edhe m\u00eb keq. Koha dhe vitet treguan q\u00eb un\u00eb do b\u00ebhesha shum\u00eb m\u00eb e pjekur se shoqet e mia, do t\u00eb rritesha para kohe. Ai nuk ishte shum\u00eb i pasur, por nuk i mungonte asgj\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa mua dhe familjes sime na mungonin shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra. Nuk e di se kush ia propozoi babit tim at\u00eb njeri, por un\u00eb e mallkoj me gjith\u00eb shpirt kushdoqoft\u00eb. Un\u00eb, ende f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa ai, 10 vjet m\u00eb i madh se un\u00eb. U fejuam. Ai n\u00eb fillim nuk vinte shum\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa m\u00eb pas, filloi t\u00eb vinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb dhe b\u00ebnte sikur t\u00eb na kishte bler\u00eb sepse sillte ushqime dhe paguante shpenzimet tona m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha. I bleu babait tim telefon dhe disa gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Ai nuk kishte nd\u00ebrmend t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte te sht\u00ebpia e tij, por nj\u00eb dit\u00eb vendosi t\u00eb transferohej n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb, me pretekstin se do na q\u00ebndronte af\u00ebr dhe se do na p\u00ebrgjigjej p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka, meq\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi ishin t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb. Ai ishte shum\u00eb i ashp\u00ebr e skeptik dhe p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb, thoshte se ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb keq. Sipas tij, ai q\u00eb e b\u00ebnte keq, qofsha kjo edhe un\u00eb, duhet t\u00eb d\u00ebnohej. Babai dhe n\u00ebna ime sa vinin e po treteshin dhe un\u00eb nuk kisha \u00e7’t\u00eb b\u00ebja, nuk kisha asgj\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Kaluam k\u00ebshtu 3 vjet bashk\u00eb dhe bashk\u00ebjetesa me t\u00eb po b\u00ebhej e padurueshme. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb erdhi shum\u00eb i inatosur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha mua q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha gati, t\u00eb merrja disa rroba me vete dhe i nxori babait nj\u00eb let\u00ebr. Mbaj mend se si iu hak\u00ebrrye atij dhe po e k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonte, duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00ebse nuk e firmoste at\u00eb let\u00ebr, do mbante pasojat, ai do ikte nga sht\u00ebpia dhe do na linte pa asnj\u00eb ndihm\u00eb. Nga nj\u00ebra an\u00eb kur d\u00ebgjova ato fjal\u00eb ndjeva nj\u00eb g\u00ebzim t\u00eb madh n\u00eb zem\u00ebr sepse t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn do \u00e7lirohesha nga kthetrat e nj\u00eb njeriu t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb q\u00eb nuk linte asnj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb dhune pa p\u00ebrdorur tek un\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa nga ana tjet\u00ebr, trembesha se mos ikte ai dhe na linte pa asnj\u00eb qindark\u00eb sepse un\u00eb nuk i kisha mbushur ende tet\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vjet\u00ebt dhe ai nuk m\u00eb linte t\u00eb punoja. Ai ishte shum\u00eb xheloz. Qoft\u00eb edhe te dera t\u00eb dilja un\u00eb, ai \u00e7mendej dhe fillonte dhuna, n\u00eb sy, n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb e ku t\u00eb mundte. Pra, po ju thoja, ai po k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonte babain dhe un\u00eb nuk po kuptoja asgj\u00eb. Babai ia preu shkurt q\u00eb nuk do ta firmoste dhe ai, pasi shtyu babain tim mbi divan, doli nga sht\u00ebpia si i t\u00ebrbuar. Pasi u sigurova q\u00eb ai ishte larg sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, iu afrova babait dhe duke qar\u00eb e duke e p\u00ebrqafuar, e pyeta se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur. Mes lot\u00ebve, babai m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi falje q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte shkat\u00ebrruar jet\u00ebn, sepse e dinte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka e kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebr ta, gjith\u00e7ka e kisha sakrifikuar p\u00ebr ta. Nuk mund t\u00eb ndalnim lot\u00ebt as un\u00eb e as ai dhe, mes ngash\u00ebrimesh, m\u00eb tregoi q\u00eb ai donte firm\u00ebn e babait ku v\u00ebrtetohej se ai kishte marr\u00eb leje q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte me vete n\u00eb Itali sepse un\u00eb ende nuk kisha mbushur tet\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7e dhe duhej leja e nj\u00ebrit prej prind\u00ebrve q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb udh\u00ebtoja me nj\u00eb t\u00eb huaj. Un\u00eb, n\u00eb gjendje civile, figuroja beqare sepse ne nuk kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb asnj\u00eb lloj celebrimi. M\u00eb dhimbte n\u00eb shpirt kur e shihja babain tim q\u00eb ecte me shkop dhe maman\u00eb time q\u00eb vuante n\u00eb shtratin e vdekjes nga nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje zemre. Ai kishte ikur si i \u00e7mendur dhe un\u00eb me zem\u00ebr uroja t\u00eb mos kthehej kurr\u00eb. I thash\u00eb babait q\u00eb, n\u00ebse ai donte, un\u00eb do shkoja me t\u00eb, sepse m\u00eb pikonte n\u00eb zem\u00ebr t’i lija pa ndihm\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi. Babai nuk pranonte n\u00eb asnj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, madje e ndjente veten fajtor p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha torturat q\u00eb kisha kaluar un\u00eb dhe, p\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, t\u00eb gjitha ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb sy t\u00eb tyre. Nuk e doja veten. U ula n\u00eb divan pran\u00eb babait dhe, pasi u mendova gjat\u00eb, e vendosa q\u00eb nuk do ta pranoja m\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Un\u00eb nuk kisha asnj\u00eb t\u00eb met\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos punoja vet\u00eb dhe ta mbaja vet\u00eb familjen time. E sigurt\u00eb te vetja, lajm\u00ebrova nj\u00eb familjarin tim q\u00eb n\u00ebse do ta merrte babai im n\u00eb telefon, ai duhet t\u00eb lajm\u00ebronte policin\u00eb, pa i treguar detaje sepse do t’i shpjegoja gjith\u00e7ka m\u00eb von\u00eb. E dija q\u00eb pas atij vendimi, gj\u00ebrat nuk do t\u00eb shkonin mir\u00eb. E prita dhe, me qet\u00ebsin\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, i thash\u00eb q\u00eb ai duhet t\u00eb largohej dhe se un\u00eb nuk do shkoja atje ku donte ai, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb nxirrte rrug\u00ebve, ashtu si pjesa m\u00eb e madhe e moshatareve t\u00eb mia n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb. Nuk do t’i lija kurr\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi. Ai u \u00e7mend, erdhi drejt meje dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb gjuante me sa kishte fuqi. Babai q\u00eb pa t\u00eb gjith\u00eb sken\u00ebn, mori n\u00eb telefon personin q\u00eb kisha lajm\u00ebruar un\u00eb dhe, p\u00ebr disa \u00e7aste, policia mb\u00ebrriti n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Un\u00eb e denoncova at\u00eb p\u00ebr dhun\u00eb dhe, pas deklarimeve t\u00eb mia, policia m\u00eb sugjeroi ta denoncoja edhe p\u00ebr tentativ\u00eb p\u00ebr shfryt\u00ebzim t\u00eb miturash p\u00ebr prostitucion. Ashtu b\u00ebra, me gjith\u00e7ka u mor policia, ai doli n\u00eb gjyq dhe e d\u00ebnuan me shum\u00eb vite burg. Un\u00eb nuk e mora veten shpejt, por pas disa koh\u00ebsh, nj\u00eb shoqja ime e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb m\u00eb gjeti pun\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb parukeri, si ndihm\u00ebse. Dy vjet m\u00eb von\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi nd\u00ebrruan jet\u00eb; n\u00eb fillim mamaja dhe m\u00eb pas, babai. Ishin goditjet m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha t\u00eb jet\u00ebs time; nuk krahasohen me goditjet q\u00eb mora prej tij, p\u00ebr tre vjet. Tani jetoj n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr, me nj\u00eb shoqe, e cila m\u00eb mori nga Shqip\u00ebria dhe m\u00eb risolli n\u00eb jet\u00eb sepse un\u00eb nuk kisha m\u00eb asnj\u00eb arsye p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebndruar atje. Tani punoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb qend\u00ebr estetike k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr, pasi b\u00ebra edhe nj\u00eb kurs p\u00ebr estetik\u00eb. Tani punoj dhe jetoj, edhe pse m\u00eb mungojn\u00eb dy njer\u00ebzit m\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm t\u00eb jet\u00ebs time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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