Vijon…!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk mund ta harroj at\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb dhe ankthin se kush do t\u00eb ishte vall\u00eb ai q\u00eb m\u00eb priste… Si do t\u00eb sillej me mua? Do t\u00eb kisha ndonj\u00eb problem? Nuk e di si i kam b\u00ebr\u00eb ata 50 hapa rrug\u00eb deri te pallati ku ishte banka. Mezi i shtyja k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe… kur hyra brenda, nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Askush nuk m\u00eb kishte instruktuar, askush nuk m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb si t\u00eb sillesha…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ato dy or\u00eb q\u00eb kalova me klientin tim t\u00eb par\u00eb, m\u2019u duk\u00ebn si dy vjet.\nGjith\u00e7ka m\u2019u duk si \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, sikur shikoja nj\u00eb film ku personazhet kryesore\nishim un\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb i panjohur q\u00eb shfrynte e k\u00ebnaqej sip\u00ebr meje. Isha si e mpir\u00eb.\nE kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb veten n\u00eb duart e tij, duart e tij m\u00eb preknin n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin,\npor nuk ndjeja asnj\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi, gjith\u00eb trupi m\u00eb dhimbte. Me siguri, kurrizi duhet\nt\u00eb m\u00eb ishte gjakosur nga mb\u00ebshtetja n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb, por as nuk veproja, as nuk\nth\u00ebrrisja dot. Isha si n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, isha si n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb tjet\u00ebr\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pasi dola prej asaj zyre dhe zbrisja me ashensor, shikoja veten n\u00eb pasqyr\u00ebn\ne ashensorit. M\u2019u duk sikur p\u00ebrball\u00eb nuk isha un\u00eb, por dikush tjet\u00ebr\u2026 At\u00eb nat\u00eb,\nnd\u00ebrsa ktheheshim, dy her\u00eb desh u p\u00ebrplas\u00ebm n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn Attiki, kur Ilia nd\u00ebrronte\nkorsit\u00eb. Ai nuk e kishte mendjen fare… Shyqyr Zotit, shp\u00ebtuam! Sot dola mir\u00eb.\nKisha shume klient\u00eb dhe mbarova pun\u00eb shpejt me t\u00eb gjith\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
31 dhjetor 2009<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Nuk ma priste mendja se do ta festoja Vitin e Ri k\u00ebshtu. E, \u00e7’shkruaj edhe\nun\u00eb?! K\u00ebshtu e festova edhe vjet. Nj\u00ebsoj, si vjet, edhe sivjet. I nj\u00ebjti\nklient, me t\u00eb cilin isha vjet n\u00eb or\u00ebn 12 t\u00eb nat\u00ebs, m\u00eb thirri prap\u00eb sivjet. Nuk\nm\u00eb hiqet nga hund\u00ebt era e tij. M\u2019u duk sikur nj\u00eb vit rresht e kisha patur n\u00eb\nhund\u00eb at\u00eb er\u00eb q\u00eb ndjeva sapo shkela te aprtamenti i tij. Desha te kthehesha\nmbrapsht, por m\u2019u kujtua se m\u00eb kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb bakshish vjet. Ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, Eftalia\nnuk e kishte me sy t\u00eb mir\u00eb refuzimin e klient\u00ebve\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nuk kisha par\u00eb apartament m\u00eb t\u00eb pis\u00ebt n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. T\u00eb gjitha dhomat ishin\nnj\u00ebsoj. Gjithandej rroba t\u00eb palara e t\u00eb hedhura kot m\u00eb kot. Libra dhe gazeta te\nhedhura p\u00ebrtok\u00eb. Te lavamani, nj\u00eb pirg me en\u00eb t\u00eb palara. Mbi tavolin\u00eb nj\u00eb\nshishe uiski, ca kikirik\u00eb e gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tilla, me t\u00eb cilat ai kishte shoq\u00ebruar\npijen. Dukej sikur asgj\u00eb nuk kishte ndryshuar n\u00eb at\u00eb apartament nj\u00eb vit t\u00eb\nt\u00ebr\u00eb. I vetmi ndryshim ishte pisll\u00ebku m\u00eb i madh. U ula n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin divan ku\nisha ulur vjet\u2026 Mbaj mend q\u00eb vjet m\u00eb b\u00ebri m\u00eb tep\u00ebr p\u00ebrshtypje. M\u2019u kujtua Nadja\nkur po i tregoja vjet p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb klient. \u201cK\u00ebshtu na ka ndodhur t\u00eb gjithave, m\u00eb\ntha. Me koh\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00ebsohesh, dhe nuk do t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypje asgj\u00eb\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Hajde b\u00ebjm\u00eb nj\u00eb dush, – i thash\u00eb atij q\u00eb dukej se mezi po m\u00eb priste\u2026 Ai u\nngrit me p\u00ebrtes\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt, e kisha shum\u00eb bezdi t\u00eb b\u00ebja dush me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt dhe e\nshmangia sa mundja k\u00ebt\u00eb, por me k\u00ebt\u00eb isha i detyruar. Nuk e duroja dot\npisll\u00ebkun e tij. Kushedi sa kishte pa u lar\u00eb. E zhvesha dhe e futa n\u00eb dush.\nLakuriq, dukej m\u00eb i dob\u00ebt se me rroba. M\u00eb shikonte sikur do t\u00eb m\u00eb hante.\nKushedi sa koh\u00eb kishte pa b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri. M\u00eb afroi duart dhe m\u00eb pa n\u00eb sy sikur po\nm\u00eb lutej q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb prekte. Nuk e di pse m\u00eb erdhi keq dhe pohova me kok\u00eb. Ai\nfilloi t\u00eb m\u00eb prekte gjoksin. Dora filloi t\u00eb zbriste m\u00eb posht\u00eb, por nuk e\nlejova. E shtyva leht\u00eb. U ktheva dhe nga canta q\u00eb e mbaja gjithnj\u00eb me vete,\nnxora prezervativin. E ula at\u00eb te tualeti dhe iu ula sip\u00ebr duke u kthyer nga\nai. E ndjeva q\u00eb kishte qejf ashtu. Ma kishte k\u00ebrkuar vjet, por un\u00eb nuk i kisha\npranuar\u2026 \u201cMos e mbyll ujin, m\u00eb tha, kam qejf t\u00eb na bjer\u00eb p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr\u201d. M\u00eb erdhi\nkeq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. U mundova ta p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel pak te flok\u00ebt. Ai mbylli syt\u00eb i k\u00ebnaqur.\n\u201cEfharisto\u201d (faleminderit), m\u00eb tha kur mbaroi pun\u00eb. Nuk e mendoja kurr\u00eb ta\nfestoja m\u00eb mir\u00eb se kaq Vitin e Ri. N\u00eb fund, m\u00eb la n\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb 20 euro m\u00eb shum\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cT\u00eb pakt\u00ebn ti e festove, thash\u00eb me veht\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb po punoj edhe sot\u201d. N\u00eb\nfakt, doja ta b\u00ebja pushim k\u00ebt\u00eb fundviti. Vjet nuk festova dhe nuk kisha si ta\nk\u00ebrkoja, sepse sapo kisha filluar pun\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa sivjet e k\u00ebrkova, se desha ta\nfestoja me djalin. I kisha premtuar q\u00eb nat\u00ebn e Vitit t\u00eb Ri do ta gdhinim\nbashk\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa paradite do ta \u00e7oja p\u00ebr patinazh te Marina Flizvos, por nuk m\u00eb\nlan\u00eb. Shumica e vajzave kishin ikur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e tyre. Kisha mbetur vet\u00ebm un\u00eb,\nNadja, nj\u00eb ukrainase e ca shqiptare t\u00eb tjera, si\u00e7 m\u00eb than\u00eb. Shyqyr Zotit, kishim\nshum\u00eb pun\u00eb. M\u2019u duk vetja si ata djemt\u00eb q\u00eb shp\u00ebrndajn\u00eb pica me motorr e nuk\nndalen, sa n\u00eb nj\u00eb adres\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn. K\u00ebshtu, edhe un\u00eb sot. Shumica e klient\u00ebve\nishin t\u00eb huaj, emigrant\u00eb. Kishte edhe nj\u00eb pakistanez, nga ata t\u00eb zinjt\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb\nnuk i shikoj dot me sy, por nuk kisha \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Puna \u00ebsht\u00eb pun\u00eb\u2026 Tani sapo u\nktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Shkrova k\u00ebto faqe dhe do t\u00eb fle. Nat\u00ebn e mir\u00eb dhe mirupafshin\nvitin e ardhsh\u00ebm\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n 1 janar 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot kam patur t\u00eb b\u00ebj vet\u00ebm me t\u00eb huaj. Zyra kishte botuar lajm\u00ebrimin n\u00eb nj\u00eb\ngazet\u00eb n\u00eb gjuh\u00eb t\u00eb huaj q\u00eb del n\u00eb Athin\u00eb dhe\u2026 na mbyt\u00ebn t\u00eb huajt! Me \u00e7far\u00eb nuk\njam takuar sot; me amerikan\u00eb, francez\u00eb, madje edhe me islandez\u00eb. Ky ishte shum\u00eb\ni \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm. Ishte nj\u00eb burr\u00eb rreth t\u00eb 60-ave, kuqo me fytyr\u00eb gjith\u00eb quka. Ishte\nn\u00eb hotel \u201cRoyal Olympic\u201d. M\u00eb thirri n\u00eb dhom\u00eb kur ishte bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb shoqen,\nedhe ajo nj\u00eb kuqe me flok\u00eb ka\u00e7urrel\u00eb deri te supet. Kur m\u00eb hap\u00ebn der\u00ebn dhe\npash\u00eb q\u00eb ishin \u00e7ift, u k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb falur dhe e t\u00ebrhoqa der\u00ebn pas. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Hajde, hajde… – m\u00eb tha ai. – Ju jeni e agjencis\u00eb, apo jo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po – i thash\u00eb. – Ju keni k\u00ebrkuar dik\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb dij\u00eb anglisht…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po – tha ai – urdh\u00ebro. Mir\u00ebseerdhe! Me se mund t\u2019ju qeras?<\/p>\n\n\n\n E falenderova me miresjellje duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb sapo kisha pir\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe dhe\ndi\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Erdh\u00ebm bashk\u00eb me gruan te festojm\u00eb Vitin e Ri k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Greqin\u00eb e lasht\u00eb –\ntha ai duke qeshur. Gruaja, edhe ajo e veshur si burri, me nj\u00eb peshqir t\u00eb madh\nroz\u00eb, e shihte duke buz\u00ebqeshur dhe nuk fliste\u2026 – Mund t\u00eb uleni, – ma b\u00ebri me\ndor\u00eb nga karrigia e vetme q\u00eb ishte n\u00eb dhom\u00eb. – Apo doni t\u00eb b\u00ebni nj\u00eb banj\u00eb? –\ntha – Shkoni dhe ne po ju presim. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Isha si e shushatur. Nuk po u besoja syve. Mbase nuk ishte gruaja e tij.\n\u00c7\u2019mendoja edhe un\u00eb?! E pse duhet te me genjente?! \u201c\u00c7far\u00eb nuk te sheh syri n\u00eb\nk\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb\u201d, po mendoja duke hequr rrobat\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dola nga banja e mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb me peshqir. Ata t\u00eb dy ishin shtrir\u00eb lakuriq\nduke par\u00eb CNN-in. Ishin t\u00eb bardh\u00eb bor\u00eb. Rrall\u00eb kam par\u00eb trupa aq t\u00eb bardh\u00eb.\nEdhe trupin e kishin gjith\u00eb quka. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Paske trup shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur! – m\u00eb tha burri. \u2013 Urime! <\/p>\n\n\n\n – V\u00ebrtet… – tha e shoqja duke ma b\u00ebr\u00eb me dor\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja pran\u00eb saj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – N\u00eb mes, n\u00eb mes, – m\u00eb tha ai, duke\nqeshur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – A mund t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmosh ta v\u00eb n\u00eb pun\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mikun tim? – Zgjata kok\u00ebn drejt\ntij, por ai nuk m\u00eb la. – Jo, – m\u00eb tha, – mjafton t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel\u00ebsh pak dhe t\u00eb\nshikoj trupin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb bukur… <\/p>\n\n\n\n Nd\u00ebrkaq, u afrua dhe e shoqja dhe ata filluan t\u00eb putheshin. Ajo i hipi sip\u00ebr dhe filluan t\u00eb b\u00ebnin dashuri. Mua nuk m\u00eb mbetej gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, ve\u00e7se t\u2019i shikoja\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vijon..!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vijon…! Nuk mund ta harroj at\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb dhe ankthin se kush do t\u00eb ishte vall\u00eb ai q\u00eb m\u00eb priste… Si do t\u00eb sillej me mua? Do t\u00eb kisha ndonj\u00eb problem? Nuk e di si i kam b\u00ebr\u00eb ata 50 hapa rrug\u00eb deri te pallati ku ishte banka. 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