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Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga Veriu\ni Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Historia ime fillon n\u00eb vitin 2009, kur familja ime, pas mbarimit\nt\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs s\u00eb mesme, vendosi t\u00eb m\u00eb martonte me mbles\u00ebri me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb ardhur\nnga Amerika i cili kishte sht\u00ebpin\u00eb n\u00eb qytetin tim. Un\u00eb isha shum\u00eb e bukur dhe t\u00eb\ngjith\u00eb djemt\u00eb n\u00eb qytetin tim m\u00eb viheshin pas duke m\u00eb ngacmuar. M\u00eb fol\u00ebn pak p\u00ebr\nt\u00eb dhe m\u00eb dukej shum\u00eb \u00e7un i mir\u00eb. Edhe p\u00ebr t\u2019u par\u00eb, ishte alamet \u00e7uni! Vendosa\nt\u00eb pranoja propozimin e familjar\u00ebve t\u00eb mi. Un\u00eb isha vet\u00ebm 18 vje\u00e7e, nd\u00ebrsa ai ishte\n34. Kishim diferenc\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, por mendova se kjo gj\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb rriste e ai do m\u00eb\nk\u00ebshillonte n\u00eb \u00e7do hap q\u00eb t\u00eb hidhja. U fejova dhe q\u00ebndruam s\u00eb bashku 3 vjet t\u00eb\nfejuar. Ai kishte probleme me letrat n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb marr\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb\nmerrte dot, por edhe p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer, nuk kishte d\u00ebshir\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb ver\u00ebs vinte m\u00eb\ntakonte e dilnim sh\u00ebtisnim pa fund n\u00ebp\u00ebr plazhet e gjith\u00eb vendit. Ishim t\u00eb\nlumtur. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn un\u00eb e vler\u00ebsoja shum\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb sepse ai b\u00ebnte shpenzime t\u00eb m\u00ebdha\np\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhur e p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb takuar. Kur vinte ai, mua m\u00eb qeshte buza sepse mund\nta quaja veten sikur kisha r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri, ngaq\u00eb ai ishte njeriu i vet\u00ebm q\u00eb kisha\npasur n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Ai dukej sikur ishte i lumtur me mua, por mir\u00eb e thash\u00eb, dukej,\nsepse tjet\u00ebr gj\u00eb ishte n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Un\u00eb ngela shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00eb fejes\u00eb dhe e\nmora vesh e i tregova me telefon. Gjat\u00eb k\u00ebsaj periudhe, ai erdhi p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb q\u00ebndruar\nm\u00eb pran\u00eb. Isha shum\u00eb e lumtur sepse edhe pse nuk ishim t\u00eb martuar, po bashk\u00ebjetonim\nte familja e tij. M\u2019i plot\u00ebsonte t\u00eb gjitha d\u00ebshirat dhe un\u00eb ndihesha si nj\u00eb princesh\u00eb\nn\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tij.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gjith\u00e7ka nisi nj\u00eb dit\u00eb vere kur po b\u00ebheshim\ngati p\u00ebr t\u00eb ikur n\u00eb plazh. E mbaj mend si sot q\u00eb un\u00eb kisha veshur nj\u00eb fustan\nshum\u00eb t\u00eb holl\u00eb sepse m\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb barku shum\u00eb i madh dhe nj\u00eb pal\u00eb sandale t\u00eb\nsheshta roz\u00eb. Ai ishte veshur si p\u00ebrher\u00eb me bluz\u00eb dhe xhinse t\u00eb shkurtra. Kur\npo fuste rrobat e plazhit n\u00eb makin\u00eb, i ra telefoni n\u00eb tok\u00eb dhe iu thye. Iu prish\nekrani, me sa di un\u00eb dhe ma dha n\u00eb dor\u00eb mua. M\u00eb tha: \u201cFute kart\u00ebn te telefoni\nyt\u201d. Un\u00eb ashtu b\u00ebra dhe e futa kart\u00ebn. Telefoni i tij ishte gjithnj\u00eb me kod, por\nnuk b\u00ebhesha kurr\u00eb kurioze ta pyesja pse, sepse nuk merrej kurr\u00eb me t\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb\nlinte t\u00eb dyshoja. E futa kart\u00ebn, por telefoni im i hapi t\u00eb gjitha pa kod. Pash\u00eb\nmesazhet dhe thirrjet e Amerik\u00ebs. Un\u00eb isha n\u00eb makin\u00eb dhe ai, para pallatit,\nduke folur me t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn. P\u00ebr pak sa nuk m\u00eb ra t\u00eb fik\u00ebt nga gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb lexova.\nMesazhe t\u00eb pafundme me nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb martuar q\u00eb ishte moshatare me t\u00eb dhe jetonte\natje pran\u00eb tij. T\u00eb dy, i shprehnin nj\u00ebri-tjetrit dashuri t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetshme. S\u2019e di\nsi durova pa dal\u00eb nga makina dhe pa e degjeneruar n\u00eb sy t\u00eb s\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebs. Zoti m\u00eb dha\nforc\u00eb dhe prita derisa erdhi. Ai hyri n\u00eb makin\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u00eb fal shpirt, q\u00eb t\u00eb lash\u00eb t\u00eb prisje…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb s`munda as ta shikoja n\u00eb sy. I dha makin\u00ebs\ndhe nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, dol\u00ebm nga lagjja jon\u00eb. Aty nuk durova dot m\u00eb dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ti, fytyr\u00eb e qelbur, prandaj s`m\u00eb\nmerr mua atje sepse ke at\u00eb bushtr\u00ebn q\u00eb ka edhe kalamaj?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atij i erdhi inat q\u00eb i kisha hapur telefonin\ndhe ma futi shpull\u00eb e m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Telefonin tim, t\u00eb jet\u00eb hera e par\u00eb dhe e\nfundit q\u00eb ma prek! – por un\u00eb e kuptova se ajo shpull\u00eb nuk ishte edhe aq p\u00ebr\ntelefonin, sesa p\u00ebr fjal\u00ebt ofenduese q\u00eb i shpreha. Vendosa t\u00eb ndahesha prej tij.\nP\u00ebr momentin, mendova se vajza q\u00eb kisha n\u00eb bark nuk e meritonte nj\u00eb baba si ai,\nq\u00eb po shkat\u00ebrronte bashk\u00eb me nj\u00eb m\u00ebkatare lumturin\u00eb e disa f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb,\nndaj i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u00eb kthe, se nuk dua t\u00eb iki n\u00eb plazh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E ktheu makin\u00ebn si i \u00e7mendur n\u00eb mes t\u00eb\nrrug\u00ebs e p\u00ebr pak sa nuk m\u00eb p\u00ebrplasi nga ana tjet\u00ebr. Ik\u00ebm n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe n\u00ebna e tij\nna pyeti se pse nuk kishim ikur n\u00eb plazh. Mua m\u00eb pa shum\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitur, por ky m\u00eb\nparapriu dhe i tha q\u00eb un\u00eb nuk ndihesha mir\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb ishte m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja\ne shtrir\u00eb. Un\u00eb u mbylla n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time me \u00e7el\u00ebs dhe mora n\u00ebn\u00ebn time n\u00eb telefon\nduke qar\u00eb sepse kjo ishte di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2019e kisha menduar kurr\u00eb se mund t\u00eb m\u00eb\nndodhte. N\u00ebna m\u00eb tha se po vinte aty dhe m\u00eb tha t\u00eb mos dilja fare nga dhoma. M\u2019u\nbetua se do ta b\u00ebnte t\u00eb pendohej q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte goditur. Erdhi duke g\u00ebrthitur dhe\ne ofendoi at\u00eb me fjal\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb ndyra q\u00eb i erdh\u00ebn n\u00eb goj\u00eb. Ai nuk reagoi fare dhe\ni tha: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ik e merre goc\u00ebn, po deshe!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Patjet\u00ebr q\u00eb do ta marr… – iu p\u00ebrgjigj\nn\u00ebna dhe m\u00eb b\u00ebrtiti edhe mua q\u00eb t\u00eb merrja rrobat. N\u00eb at\u00eb moment, burri im erdhi,\nmbylli der\u00ebn me mua brenda dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi se n\u00ebse do t\u00eb dilja nga ajo der\u00eb, do\nt\u00eb m\u00eb merrte goc\u00ebn kur t\u00eb lindte dhe do t\u00eb ma b\u00ebnte jet\u00ebn ferr. Dola dhe i\nthash\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs t\u00eb ikte se nuk do t\u00eb shkoja me at\u00eb. N\u00eb dark\u00eb e b\u00ebra t\u00eb m\u00eb betohej\nse do t\u2019i shk\u00ebpuste lidhjet me at\u00eb gruan andej dhe se do t\u2019i p\u00ebrkushtohej familjes\nson\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb ma premtoi, por nuk e mbajti premtimin gjat\u00eb. Nuk vonoi dhe\nvajza erdhi n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Na lumturoi shum\u00eb, edhe pse un\u00eb nuk e doja m\u00eb at\u00eb si m\u00eb\npar\u00eb, vet\u00ebm m\u00eb mbante n\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dashuria e vajz\u00ebs. Un\u00eb isha e vrar\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrisht\ndhe nuk doja as t\u00eb harroja asgj\u00eb. Nuk kishim m\u00eb as raporte intime bashk\u00eb. Nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes\nai m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb ikte p\u00ebr ca koh\u00eb n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt, p\u00ebr mua ishte sikur po\njetoja me nj\u00eb t\u00eb panjohur q\u00eb koh\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb. Jeta ishte monotoni e pap\u00ebrshkrueshme\nme t\u00eb. Nuk mund ta besoja se po ia b\u00ebnte k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb familjes son\u00eb. Nuk besoja se\nmund t\u00eb na p\u00ebr\u00e7ante n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb. Iu p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrova q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ikte, por nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjoi.\nMe sa duket, zgjodhi t\u00eb mbante premtimin q\u00eb i kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb asaj q\u00eb po shkat\u00ebrron\nfamiljen e vet dhe timen. Iku dhe na la t\u00eb mjera me vjehrrin dhe vjehrr\u00ebn n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.\nUn\u00eb vendosa t\u00eb flijoja jet\u00ebn time vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr goc\u00ebn q\u00eb t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn, derisa t\u00eb rritet,\nt\u00eb mos m\u00ebsohet me iden\u00eb se babai nuk kthehet m\u00eb te ne. Ai, me siguri, punon dhe\ntakohet me at\u00eb. Kushedi si i kalojn\u00eb net\u00ebt bashk\u00eb! K\u00ebt\u00eb as q\u00eb dua ta mendoj. Na\nmerr n\u00eb telefon, na d\u00ebrgon lek\u00eb, por k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra nuk mjaftojn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb pasur nj\u00eb\nfamilje t\u00eb sh\u00ebndetshme. Un\u00eb po e rris vajz\u00ebn time e vetme dhe jam krenare p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb.\nN\u00ebna e mallkon dit\u00ebn q\u00eb nuk u ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, por jo, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb\nvajza e di q\u00eb i ati po punon n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb p\u00ebr ne dhe rritet me at\u00eb ide. Nuk di\n\u00e7`t\u2019ju them tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr gjendjen time. Thjesht, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mllef q\u00eb ndjej ndaj atij\nnjeriu dhe ndaj asaj t\u00eb pacipe, q\u00eb s`mund t`jua p\u00ebrshkruaj as me fjal\u00eb. Sa her\u00eb\nq\u00eb bie t\u00eb fle, i k\u00ebrkoj Zotit t\u00eb na jap\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb meritojm\u00eb nga kjo jet\u00eb dhe t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb\nq\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb burrit tim t`i kthehen mendt\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb e t\u00eb kuptoj\u00eb q\u00eb familja \u00ebsht\u00eb\nprimare, sado q\u00eb ta doj\u00eb at\u00eb person. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ja, k\u00ebshtu p\u00ebrfundova un\u00eb kur dikur, nj\u00eb\nqytet i t\u00ebr\u00eb grindej p\u00ebr mua. Un\u00eb, q\u00eb e kisha kok\u00ebn lart dhe krenohesha sepse\nasnj\u00eb djal\u00eb nuk kishte mundur t\u00eb thoshte as gjys\u00ebm fjale, nd\u00ebrsa si shp\u00ebrblim,\n\u00e7far\u00eb mora? Mora nj\u00eb njeri mosmir\u00ebnjoh\u00ebs q\u00eb p\u00ebr vlerat e mia, as q\u00eb deshi t\u2019ia\ndinte. Vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb gj\u00eb u uroj t\u00eb gjitha gocave shqiptare, t\u00eb mos ken\u00eb fatin tim\ndhe t\u00eb mos g\u00ebnjehen nga luksi i tep\u00ebrm sepse jo \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb shk\u00eblqen, \u00ebsht\u00eb flori\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga Veriu i Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Historia ime fillon n\u00eb vitin 2009, kur familja ime, pas mbarimit t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs s\u00eb mesme, vendosi t\u00eb m\u00eb martonte me mbles\u00ebri me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb ardhur nga Amerika i cili kishte sht\u00ebpin\u00eb n\u00eb qytetin tim. Un\u00eb isha shum\u00eb e bukur dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21093,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-21291","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\/21291","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=21291"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21291\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}