Vijim…!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
7 prill 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n – T\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb personalisht ty, – m\u00eb tha Eftalia. – \u00cbsht\u00eb ai q\u00eb t\u00eb thirri\npara disa dit\u00ebsh. I p\u00eblqeve si duket. Mori ne telefon dhe m\u00eb tha te jesh atje\nfiks ne or\u00ebn 6. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPrap\u00eb ai vog\u00eblushi…\u201d, thash\u00eb me vete dhe m\u00eb hipi nj\u00eb e qeshur. Me siguri\nnuk kishte patur sukses me t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn dhe k\u00ebrkonte p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ndihm\u00eb. Nejse, n\u00eb\nor\u00ebn 6 isha fiks p\u00ebrpara der\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Ma hapi vet\u00eb ai. Ishte po ai, me po at\u00eb\nT-sh\u00ebrt t\u00eb bardhe e ato syze miop\u00ebsh, ve\u00e7se ishte m\u00eb serbes dhe nuk e mbante\nkok\u00ebn ulur, por m\u00eb shikonte drejt e n\u00eb sy duke buz\u00ebqeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Prap\u00eb ti? – i thash\u00eb, duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk t\u00eb thirra p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb seks, – tha ai, – por p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb fal\u00ebnderuar.\nSot b\u00ebra dashuri me at\u00eb vajz\u00ebn. B\u00ebra dashuri tamam dhe ajo u k\u00ebnaq shum\u00eb.\nProvuam edhe at\u00eb stilin q\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsove ti. Edhe un\u00eb u k\u00ebnaqa shum\u00eb, ndaj t\u00eb\nthirra, p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb fal\u00ebnderuar. Desha t\u00eb t\u00eb dhuroj edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb – tha ai dhe m\u00eb\nhapi para syve nje kuti bizhush me nj\u00eb var\u00ebse brenda. E hapa kutin\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb\nse var\u00ebsja ishte v\u00ebrtet shume e bukur. Dukej si flori i vertete, me nje gur\ndiamanti bojeqielli te gdhendur bukur n\u00eb form\u00eb kristali…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Faleminderit, – i thash\u00eb, – por mos ia more mamit?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jo, jo, – tha ai, – e bleva me kursimet e mia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Faleminderit, – i thash\u00eb prap\u00eb, duke e puthur n\u00eb faqe. – \u00cbsht\u00eb hera e\npar\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb dhurat\u00eb kaq t\u00eb bukur, por a m\u00eb lejon t\u00eb iki tani se po ndenja\nme shum\u00eb, jam e detyruar q\u00eb t\u00eb dor\u00ebzoj eurot n\u00eb zyr\u00eb? N\u00ebse rrim\u00eb m\u00eb pak se\ndhjet\u00eb minuta te klienti, nuk dor\u00ebzojm\u00eb gj\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk e dija, – tha ai, – po t\u00eb duash, rri se t\u00eb paguaj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jo, jo, – thash\u00eb, – do iki, mos i harxho parat\u00eb, boll harxhove p\u00ebr mua.\nT\u00eb falenderoj edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb dhe uroj q\u00eb t\u2019ia kalosh mir\u00eb me t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.\nDhe, kur te duash t\u00eb m\u00ebsosh ndonje stil t\u00eb ri, mos m\u00eb thirr mua, por bashk\u00eb me\nate vajzen shikoni ndonj\u00eb film porno dhe kopjoni ata aktor\u00ebt… U afrova, e\nputha n\u00eb faqe dhe zbrita me vrap shkall\u00ebt. Ilia po m\u00eb priste posht\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n 10 prill 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot m\u00eb thirr\u00ebn p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ata dy pleqt\u00eb q\u00eb jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb Vuliagmeni. \u201cT\u00eb kam\nthirrur un\u00eb, tha Andrea, pronari i anijeve, sapo hyra te dera e vil\u00ebs, sepse\nVasili ka gjetur nj\u00eb tjeter me internet. \u201cKjo \u00ebshte Manjolia\u201d, tha Vasili dhe\nm\u00eb prezantoi me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb bjonde shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb po priste n\u00eb sallon. Ishte e\ngjat\u00eb, me sy boj\u00ebqielli, buz\u00eb t\u00eb fryra dhe gjoks q\u00eb binte n\u00eb sy. I ngjante\nshum\u00eb Xhulias q\u00eb u b\u00eb e famshme k\u00ebt\u00eb vit me DVD-n\u00eb e saj, por qe pak me e\nshendosh\u00eb e pak me e shkurter se ajo, ndofta. Ajo m\u00eb dha dor\u00ebn me mir\u00ebsjellje\ndhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Dalim vajza, – tha ai, i futi krahun Manjolias e dol\u00ebn p\u00ebrpara. Un\u00eb i\nndoqa nga pas bashk\u00eb me Andrean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Vasili \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb si i \u00e7mendur pas internetit, – m\u00eb tha ai me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt.\n– Rri gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn para kompjuterit duke bere \u00e7at me vajzat. Aty e gjeti edhe\nk\u00ebt\u00eb vajz\u00ebn. E bukur \u00ebsht\u00eb, apo jo? <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, – i thash\u00eb, – shum\u00eb e bukur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Un\u00eb, kur pashe fotografite ne internet, nuk i besova, t\u00eb them te drejt\u00ebn.\nKujtova se qe ndonj\u00eb mashtrim. Por jo, doli e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Kjo kishte nxjerre fotografin\u00eb e saj te v\u00ebrtet\u00eb n\u00eb internet?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb faqe me emrin e saj. Aty kishte shume fotografi, –\ntha ai \u2013 ve\u00e7se kishte maskuar pak syte… Nuk kishte telefon, por vet\u00ebm adres\u00eb\ne-maili. Vasili i shkroi dhe ajo iu p\u00ebrgjigj. Komunikoi me t\u00eb edhe n\u00eb kamera.\nSot e ftoi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Sa kushton kjo Manjolia? – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Dyfishi yt, moro mu, – m\u00eb tha ai, – 200 euro p\u00ebr nj\u00eb or\u00eb. Ky budallai, do\npaguaj\u00eb 500 euro p\u00ebr tre or\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nuk fola, por mblodha buzet n\u00eb shenje habie. E dija se k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb, me\ninternet, e benin n\u00eb Athin\u00eb vajzat e huaja, kryesisht ruse ose nga vendet\nish-sovjetike. Organizonin ato q\u00eb i quanin City Tour. Rrinin nj\u00eb jav\u00eb apo m\u00eb\nshum\u00eb n\u00eb Athin\u00eb dhe publikonin fotot n\u00eb internet. Ishte hera e pare q\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja\np\u00ebr nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb greke q\u00eb e b\u00ebnte k\u00ebt\u00eb individualisht. Me siguri nuk kishte as\nndonj\u00eb djal\u00eb pas vetes… Makina na ndaloi para nj\u00eb bari buz\u00eb detit. Ata\nporositen si zakonisht, frape, un\u00eb akullore, nd\u00ebrsa vajza, vodk\u00eb me limon.\nNd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ajo po nxirrte nga \u00e7anta e saj cigaret, se si m\u00eb vajt\u00ebn syt\u00eb dhe\npash\u00eb pasaport\u00ebn e saj. E pabesueshme! Ishte shqiptare. Ajo e kuptoi q\u00eb e pash\u00eb\nse syt\u00eb m\u00eb tradhtuan, si\u00e7 duket. \u201cJemi patriote?\u201d, m\u00eb pyeti n\u00eb greqisht, me z\u00eb\nt\u00eb ul\u00ebt. \u201cPo\u201d, i pohova me kok\u00eb, pa folur. E pash\u00eb q\u00eb u m\u00ebrzit pak, por u\nmundua ta fshihte k\u00ebt\u00eb duke thithur fort cigaren e duke e nxjerr\u00eb tymin me\nforc\u00eb para fytyr\u00ebs…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Manjolia eshte studente ne informatik\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb shoqja ime, – m\u00eb tha\nVasili. – Jemi njohur ne internet. E ftova p\u00ebr nj\u00eb kafe buze detit dhe p\u00ebr ta\nprezantuar me Andrean… <\/p>\n\n\n\n E pashe q\u00eb asaj nuk ia kishte qejfi t\u00eb flitej p\u00ebr t\u00eb dhe nd\u00ebrrova muhabetin\nduke iu drejtuar Vasilit. I bera kompliment per k\u00ebmish\u00ebn e bukur blu q\u00eb kishte\nveshur. M\u00eb pas, filluam t\u00eb flisnim per internetin dhe p\u00ebr Facebookun. Ajo i\nkishte hapur nje faqe ne facebook Vasilit dhe i kishte vene si fotografi t\u00eb\nprofilit, at\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb djali simpatik dhe ai kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb shoqe 100 vajza t\u00eb reja\ne simpatike brenda jav\u00ebs… <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Si foto t\u00eb profilit zgjodha nj\u00eb foto interneti, ku ishte nje djal\u00eb i ri,\nfotomodel, q\u00eb m\u00eb ngjante mua, – tha Vasili, – ndaj nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ndonje g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr e\nmadhe. Ah, po, kam ndryshuar edhe dat\u00ebn e lindjes, por nj\u00eb gabim i vog\u00ebl n\u00eb\nnum\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb, – shtoi ai duke qeshur. – \u00c7ohemi vajza? – tha ai pas pak,\nsapo mbaruan kafet\u00eb. – Hajde shkojm\u00eb t\u2019ju tregoj faqen time. Vet\u00ebm se, po m\u00eb\nk\u00ebrkuat t\u2019ju b\u00ebj shoqe, do t\u00eb jeni t\u00eb detyruara t\u00eb prisni se kam shum\u00eb\nk\u00ebrkesa….<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Ja, ky esht\u00eb Facebook-u im, – tha ai dhe shtypi nj\u00eb tast t\u00eb tastier\u00ebs.\nKompjuteri i lene hapur, u ndez menjehere. – Emri \u00ebsht\u00eb i imi, reali, – tha ai.\n– Shikoni sa shoqe kam! Nuk kam asnje shok, – shtoi ai. – Asnje nga mosha ime\nnuk e p\u00ebrdor internetin… Ja dhe Manjolia, shoqja ime e pare e Facebookut, –\nshtoi ai dhe na tregoi fotografine e saj. Nje vajze e bukur e veshur me nje\nfustan te kuq klasik na shikonte gjithe \u00ebmb\u00eblsi nga ekrani. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Kam dale per ditelindje k\u00ebt\u00eb vit, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fotografi, – na tha ajo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Tani do t\u00eb na falni, ne do shkojme pak nga dhoma tjeter t\u00eb diskutojm\u00eb p\u00ebr\ninternetin, – tha ai duke qeshur dhe duke perkedhelur floket e Manjolias, i\nhodhi dor\u00ebn n\u00eb qaf\u00eb e shkuan n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumt. Un\u00eb mbeta m\u00eb Andrean ne sallon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Ikim edhe ne te dhoma e miqve, moro mu? – m\u00eb tha ai. – M\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli\nt\u00eb b\u00ebj seks me ty, – tha. – E di q\u00eb t\u00eb kam par\u00eb n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr dje? Pash\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr\nsikur ishim bashk\u00eb n\u00eb dhom\u00eb dhe un\u00eb doja t\u00eb b\u00ebja dashuri m\u00eb ty, por ti nuk\ndoje, m\u00eb shtyje me forc\u00eb. Un\u00eb insistoja dhe ti m\u00eb shtyje me forc\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e vertet\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb duke qeshur. – Ja, provoje!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ai u afrua dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrkedhelte gjoksin duke me futur dor\u00ebn n\u00ebn\nbluz\u00eb. E dija qe i p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb gjoksi im i vog\u00ebl, por i fort\u00eb. Mbaj mend se\nkur ishim takuar p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, m\u00eb kishte treguar nj\u00eb baracalet\u00eb: \u201cNj\u00eb vajz\u00eb\ni kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb djali se ajo e kishte gjoksin me form\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, si vez\u00eb. Ai,\nq\u00eb mezi priste ta shikonte at\u00eb gjoks, kishte mbetur i zhgenjyer dit\u00ebn q\u00eb kishin\nb\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri. Ajo pothuajse nuk kishte gjoks fare. \u201cPo ti m\u00eb the se e ke si\nvez\u00eb, i tha ai. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu veza!\u201d. \u201cNuk t\u00eb kam g\u00ebnjyer, i tha ajo. Un\u00eb e\nkam si vez\u00eb t\u00eb skuqur\u201d. Mbaj mend se kisha qeshur me lot kur ai ma kishte\ntreguar k\u00ebt\u00eb barcalet\u00eb. \u201cNd\u00ebrsa ti, e ke si vez\u00eb e zier q\u00eb ke qejf ta hash, m\u00eb\ntha ai duke futur n\u00eb goj\u00eb gjith\u00eb gjoksin tim e duke e thithur at\u00eb…\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n …Sikur ta kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb me fjal\u00eb, t\u00eb dyja \u00e7iftet mbaruam nj\u00ebkohesisht. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Dalim bashke? – m\u00eb tha Manjolia, duke lyer buz\u00ebt me t\u00eb kuq. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, – i thash\u00eb, – nj\u00eb sekond\u00eb, sa t\u00eb lyhem edhe un\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – A pim\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe? – m\u00eb tha ajo n\u00eb greqisht, – ke koh\u00eb? <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Kam vet\u00ebm pak koh\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb. – Jam n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe m\u00eb hapen telashe po u\nvonova, m\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb parat\u00eb. Ti, nuk ke njeri mbi kok\u00eb? \u2013 e pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jo, – m\u00eb tha, – un\u00eb jam \u201cvet\u00eb zot vet\u00eb shkop\u201d… Ja, hajde ulemi k\u00ebtu, –\nm\u00eb tha dhe u drejtua nga nj\u00eb kafene buz\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, nga ku vinte melodia e keng\u00ebs\nm\u00eb t\u00eb re me Haxhijanit. – Ulemi k\u00ebtu? – m\u00eb pyeti dhe m\u00eb drejtoi n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep ku\nnuk d\u00ebgjohej shum\u00eb muzika. – Desha t\u00eb t\u00eb lutem p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka, – m\u00eb tha sapo u ul\u00ebm,\n– prandaj edhe t\u00eb ftova p\u00ebr kafe. T\u00eb lutem, mos i thuaj njeriut p\u00ebr mua. Mos\nthuaj q\u00eb jam shqiptare. T\u00eb lutem! T\u00eb gjith\u00eb me din\u00eb p\u00ebr greke nga Agrinjo…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nga je? – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jam nga Burreli, – tha. – Prind\u00ebrit jan\u00eb n\u00eb Rodos, por un\u00eb nuk flas me ta. Jemi z\u00ebn\u00eb keq q\u00ebkur isha n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb t\u00eb universitetit, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb nj\u00eb djali q\u00eb e njoha sapo erdha n\u00eb Athin\u00eb, n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. E njoha at\u00eb djal\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb koncert t\u00eb Ylli Bak\u00ebs, k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Athin\u00eb. P\u00eblqyem njeri-tjetrin dhe q\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb shk\u00ebmbyem numrat e celularit. E doja shum\u00eb at\u00eb djal\u00eb. Kur u thash\u00eb atyre t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb q\u00eb kisha njohur nj\u00eb djal\u00eb nga zona jon\u00eb dhe u tregova emrin, atyre sa s\u2019u ra pika. Ai ishte djali i motr\u00ebs s\u00eb personit q\u00eb kishte vrar\u00eb v\u00ebllain e babait tim. Ne ishim n\u00eb hasm\u00ebri me familjen e djalit. Madje, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb hasm\u00ebris\u00eb, familja jon\u00eb kishte ardhur ne Greqi dhe jetonin si ilegal\u00eb. Ata ngulnin k\u00ebmb\u00eb se djali donte t\u00eb lidhej me mua q\u00eb t\u00eb zbulonte ku jetonte familja ime. Un\u00eb ngulja k\u00ebmb\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt\u00ebn, se ai m\u00eb donte sinqerisht. U zum\u00eb keq. Desh\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb hiqnin nga shkolla, por un\u00eb nuk pranova. M\u00eb vun\u00eb ultimatum; ose shkoll\u00ebn, ose prind\u00ebrit. Un\u00eb vendosa t\u00eb shk\u00ebputem nga ata. Jam n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb p\u00ebr inxhinieri avion\u00ebsh dhe e dua shum\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb profesion. Fillova t\u00eb b\u00ebja pun\u00eb nga m\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshmet, si kamariere etj., p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar, por e kisha t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja edhe shkoll\u00ebn, edhe pun\u00ebn, se shkolla \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Nj\u00eb e njohura ime m\u00eb propozoi t\u00eb punoja n\u00eb bar, duke marr\u00eb p\u00ebrqindje me pijet q\u00eb konsumonin klient\u00ebt. Punoja t\u00eb shtun\u00eb e t\u00eb diel dhe sa her\u00eb kisha pushim. Fitoja 500-600 euro n\u00eb muaj, por nuk isha shum\u00eb e k\u00ebnaqur. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb shkoi mendja t\u00eb hapja nj\u00eb faqe n\u00eb internet si \u201cescort girl\u201d. Ishte koha kur u ndava edhe nga i dashuri im dhe, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, kisha nevoj\u00eb edhe p\u00ebr seks. E nisa faqen si me shaka, por pata shum\u00eb k\u00ebrkesa. Punoj vet\u00ebm t\u00eb shtunave ose t\u00eb dielave dhe klient\u00ebt i zgjedh shum\u00eb. Fitoj shum\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa me pijet… Sot fitova 500 euro, p\u00ebr shembull… Nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebja ndryshe, nuk e shtyja dot pa para… – m\u00eb tha ajo duke psher\u00ebtir\u00eb e duke thithur fort cigaren…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vijon..!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vijim…! 7 prill 2010 – T\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb personalisht ty, – m\u00eb tha Eftalia. – \u00cbsht\u00eb ai q\u00eb t\u00eb thirri para disa dit\u00ebsh. I p\u00eblqeve si duket. Mori ne telefon dhe m\u00eb tha te jesh atje fiks ne or\u00ebn 6. \u201cPrap\u00eb ai vog\u00eblushi…\u201d, thash\u00eb me vete dhe m\u00eb hipi nj\u00eb e qeshur. Me siguri nuk kishte […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21114,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-21329","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\/21329","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=21329"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21329\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}