T\u0451 dashur lexues! Kjo histori q\u0451 po ju tregoj tani \u0451sht\u0451 historia e jet\u0451s sime, pas mosh\u0451s s\u0451 pjekuris\u0451. Kur ta mbaroni s\u0451 lexuari, edhe vet\u0451 besoj do t\u0451 keni dyshime se krahun e kujt do t\u0451 mbani; krahun tim apo t\u0451 njeriut q\u0451 m\u0451 p\u0451rdori. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 mosh\u0451n 40 vje\u00e7are, isha e martuar dhe me nj\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451. Kisha nj\u0451 familje\nt\u0451 rregullt, megjith\u0451se pesh\u0451n kryesore t\u0451 familjes e mbaja un\u0451. Isha nj\u0451 grua\ne mbajtur dhe me shum\u0451 autoritet. Shkoll\u0451n nuk e mbarova dot sepse nuk m\u0451 \u0451sht\u0451\ndh\u0451n\u0451 asnj\u0451her\u0451 p\u0451r librat, pavar\u0451sisht se n\u0451 jet\u0451 nuk ma hedh njeri. Kam\nm\u0451suar gati \u00e7do gj\u0451 nga praktika, k\u0451shtu, jeta ime \u0451sht\u0451 shum\u0451 e mir\u0451 dhe kam\narritur at\u0451 q\u0451 e kan\u0451 arritur t\u0451 gjith\u0451 ata q\u0451 mbaruan shkoll\u0451n. Posht\u0451\nsht\u0451pis\u0451 kam butikun tim, t\u0451 cilin e kam dhurat\u0451 nga babai. Para se t\u0451 vdiste\nai m\u0451 la trash\u0451gim nj\u0451 sht\u0451pi dykat\u0451she karakteristike t\u0451 qytetit tim. K\u0451shtu,\nfillova tregtin\u0451, p\u0451r t\u0451 cil\u0451n jam shum\u0451 e shkaht\u0451t. N\u0451 mosh\u0451n 25 vje\u00e7are, u\nmartova me komshiun tim, me t\u0451 cilin kishim koh\u0451 q\u0451 duheshim. K\u0451saj dashurie iu\nshtua nj\u0451 vajz\u0451 e bukur e cila p\u0451rb\u0451n kuptimin e jet\u0451s sime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pra, familja ime, me pak fjal\u0451, ishte \u0451ndrra e \u00e7do njeriu. Nj\u0451 dit\u0451, tek po\nshisja, n\u0451 dyqan hyri nj\u0451 \u00e7ift. Burri ishte rreth t\u0451 50-tave, nd\u0451rsa gruaja aty\nte 45, por ishte shum\u0451 e mbajtur. Menj\u0451her\u0451 m\u0451 ra n\u0451 sy ndryshimi i madh mes\ntyre. Ai ishte nj\u0451 burr\u0451 shum\u0451 i bukur, nd\u0451rsa gruaja nuk ishte n\u0451 lart\u0451sin\u0451 e\ntij. Edhe pse i pash\u0451, nuk u afrova tek ata t’i pyesja se me se mund t`i\nndihmoja. Gruaja shikonte fustanet dhe kthente kok\u0451n nga burri q\u00eb t\u0451 merrte\nmiratimin e tij. Ai vet\u0451m mohonte me kok\u0451 dhe nuk jepte asnj\u0451 shenj\u0451 pozitive. Pas\npak, u afrova dhe i pyeta:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Me se mund t’ju ndihmoj?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po k\u0451rkojm\u0451 nj\u0451 fustan p\u0451r nj\u0451 rast, por nuk po vendosim dot. A keni t\u0451\ntjer\u0451? \u2013 tha gruaja. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– K\u0451to jan\u0451 t\u0451 fundit q\u0451 sapo kan\u0451 ardhur nga Gjermania, por akoma kam disa\nq\u0451 nuk i kam nxjerr\u0451. M\u0451 prisni nj\u0451 \u00e7ast. \u2013 thash\u00eb dhe u largova p\u0451r te magazina\ne vog\u0451l ku mbaja nj\u0451 pjes\u0451 t\u0451 furnizimit. Dola nga aty pas pak dhe ia tregova. Ajo\nvendosi p\u0451r nj\u0451rin nga fustanet dhe u fut ta provonte n\u0451 dhom\u0451n e prov\u0451s. N\u0451\ndyqan mbet\u0451m un\u0451 dhe burri i saj. Ajo doli m\u0451 fustanin e veshur dhe k\u0451rkonte\nopinionin ton\u0451. Ngjante shum\u0451 bukur, pavar\u0451sisht se jo ishte shum\u0451 e sh\u0451ndosh\u0451\ndhe copa e fustanit ia tregonte m\u0451 shum\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 defekt. Burri i tha se i p\u0451lqente\ndhe un\u0451, gjithashtu, pasi ajo u kthye n\u0451 dhom\u0451n e zhveshjes p\u0451r t\u0451 hequr\nfustanin e p\u0451r t\u0451 veshur rrobat e saj, burri i saj u kthye nga un\u0451 dhe m\u0451 tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– U detyruam t\u0451 g\u0451njenim!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E pash\u0451 e habitur. Ai vazhdoi:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ta kishit veshur ju at\u0451 fustan, me siguri, do t\u0451 ngjante bukur se, t\u0451\nm\u0451 falni, por keni nj\u0451 trup shum\u0451 t\u0451 bukur. – dhe buz\u0451qeshi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
U ndjeva shum\u0451 keq. Ai u afrua te tavolina ku mbaja dokumentet e dyqanit\ndhe m\u00eb la nj\u0451 let\u0451r mbi t\u0451. E mora letr\u0451n dhe pash\u0451 nj\u0451 num\u0451r telefoni. Desha t’ia\nhidhja n\u0451 fytyr\u0451, por n\u0451 \u00e7ast doli gruaja e tij e cila dukej aq e emocionuar\nnga k\u0451naq\u0451sia q\u0451 i dha ai duke i th\u0451n\u0451 q\u0451 dukej shum\u0451 bukur me at\u0451 fustan. Nuk kisha\nsi t\u0451 veproja, prandaj heshta. Gruaja nxori nga portofoli lek\u0451t p\u0451r t\u0451 paguar\ndhe un\u0451, shum\u0451 e hutuar, mezi ia ktheva kusurin. Ata ik\u0451n, nd\u0451rsa un\u0451 isha e\ntmerruar dhe e indinjuar. Si kishte mund\u0451si t\u0451 ekzistonte nj\u0451 njeri i till\u0451? E\ngrisa menj\u0451her\u0451 at\u0451 cop\u0451 let\u0451r e cila tregonte nj\u0451 an\u0451 t\u0451 burrave t\u0451 cil\u0451n un\u0451\nakoma nuk e kisha zbuluar, sepse burri im ishte nj\u0451 njeri i p\u0451rsosur. Gjith\u0451 dit\u0451n\nnuk m`u hoq nga mendja veprimi i atij burri, megjithat\u0451, nuk e b\u0451ra me fjal\u0451 me\nnjeri. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas disa dit\u0451sh, kur pothuaj e kisha harruar k\u0451t\u0451 ndodhi, n\u0451 der\u0451n e\ndyqanit u shfaq p\u0451rs\u0451ri ai burr\u0451. Kisha nja dy kliente t\u0451 p\u0451rhershme dhe sapo\nato u larguan, u futa n\u0451 magazin\u0451 sikur nuk e njihja dhe i thash\u0451 ndihm\u0451ses t\u0451\nmerrej me t\u0451. Ai i kishte th\u0451n\u0451 se k\u0451rkonte nj\u0451 k\u0451mish\u0451, por ishte nj\u0451 i\nnjohuri i familjes sime dhe m\u0451 k\u0451rkonte mua q\u0451 t’i b\u0451ja ndonj\u0451 ulje. Dola e luajta\nrolin e t\u0451 paditur\u0451s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u0451 falni zot\u0451ri, por, njihemi? Un\u0451 nuk m\u0451 duket se ju kam takuar ndonj\u0451her\u0451.\nMos ndoshta njihni burrin tim?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mos luani me mua. Pse nuk m\u0451 telefonuat? Un\u0451 kam pritur telefonat\u0451n q\u0451 n\u0451\n\u00e7astin q\u0451 ju dhash\u0451 numrin. – tha ai. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ai num\u0451r nuk ekziston p\u0451r mua, por t\u0451 t\u0451 vij\u0451 turp nga sjellja jote! – i\nthash\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u0451 m\u0451 vij\u0451 turp? E pse? Jam i magjepsur nga ti, e pse duhet t\u0451 m\u0451 vij\u0451\nturp? Ja, po ta jap edhe nj\u0451 her\u0451 numrin dhe t\u0451 lutem m\u0451 merr sepse po vdes nga\nd\u0451shira t\u0451 pi nj\u0451 kafe me ty. – tha k\u0451to fjal\u0451, la numrin n\u0451 tavolin\u0451 dhe u\nlargua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mbeta si e shushatur, nd\u00ebrsa n\u0451 dor\u0451 kisha numrin e tij. T\u0451 them t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451n,\nedhe un\u0451 kisha d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 pija nj\u0451 kafe me t\u0451 sepse ishte nj\u0451 burr\u0451 i pash\u0451m\ndhe mund t`i mbetej syri \u00e7do gruaje sapo ta shihte, por un\u0451 nuk isha m\u0451suar me\ngj\u0451ra t\u0451 tilla. E doja shum\u0451 burrin tim dhe nuk m\u0451 kishte shkuar n\u0451 mendje ta\ntradhtoja. Nuk e b\u0451ra p\u0451r pak dit\u0451, por kureshtja \u0451sht\u0451 nj\u0451 e keqe e madhe; ajo\nt\u0451 shtyn t\u0451 jesh gjithmon\u0451 n\u0451 k\u0451rkim. I tregova nj\u0451 shoqes sime p\u0451r k\u0451t\u0451 q\u0451 m\u0451\nkishte ndodhur. Ajo, sa ia tregova, m\u0451 tha se kisha gabuar q\u0451 nuk e kisha marr\u0451\nn\u0451 telefon. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po t\u0451 kishe qen\u0451 burr\u0451, tani do t\u0451 ishe lidhur me t\u0451. Burrat jan\u0451 t\u0451\ngjith\u0451 nj\u0451soj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo t\u0451 gjith\u0451! Po t\u0451 ishte burri im, nuk do t\u0451 ma b\u0451nte kurr\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 gj\u0451. P\u0451r\nk\u0451t\u0451, jam e sigurt\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E ku ka siguri n\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 bot\u0451? Po t\u0451 ishte k\u0451shtu, nuk do t\u0451 kishte dal\u0451\najo shprehja \u201cBurri \u0451sht\u0451 si qeni\u201d, megjithat\u0451 b\u0451j si t\u0451 duash. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u0451to fjal\u0451 t\u0451 sajat m\u0451 vun\u0451 n\u0451 mendime. Vendosa t’i telefonoja dhe e b\u0451ra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E kishte pritur k\u0451t\u0451 telefonat\u0451 me padurim, prandaj, sa i thash\u0451 p\u0451r kafe,\nu tregua shum\u0451 i gatsh\u0451m. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
U takuam n\u0451 nj\u0451 kafe larg dyqanit sepse aty n\u0451 lagje m\u0451 njihnin t\u0451 gjith\u0451.\nAi ishte i bukur e shum\u0451 i zgjuar dhe n\u0451 bised\u0451, ishte magjeps\u0451s. Biseda jon\u0451\nishte m\u0451 shum\u0451 p\u0451r \u00e7\u0451shtje familjare sesa p\u0451r nj\u0451 lidhje mes ne t\u0451 dyve. Pas\ntakimit, kur u ktheva n\u0451 sht\u0451pi, ndjeja nj\u0451 boshll\u0451k n\u0451 kraharor. Takimet tona\nfilluan t\u0451 shpeshtoheshin. Dit\u0451 pas dite po filloja ta urreja burrin tim. Ai\nishte nj\u0451 burr\u0451 shum\u0451 i mir\u0451, por filloi t\u0451 kuptonte se di\u00e7ka kishte ndryshuar.\nN\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451, kishte ndryshuar dhe ai k\u0451t\u0451 e kuptoi e nj\u0451 dit\u0451 m\u0451 ftoi t\u0451\ndilnim p\u0451r dark\u0451. Nga mesi i dark\u0451s, m\u0451 tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ka pak koh\u0451 q\u0451 t\u0451 shoh ndryshe. Mos do t\u0451 m\u0451 thuash ndonj\u0451 gj\u0451?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U mata t’ia thoja, por nuk munda sepse u ndjeva fajtore p\u0451r at\u0451 q\u0451 po i\nb\u0451ja. Isha n\u0451 mes t\u0451 dy zjarreve. Nga nj\u0451ra an\u0451 burri e vajza dhe nga ana\ntjet\u0451r, ishte ai q\u0451 m\u0451 donte dhe m\u0451 falte shum\u0451 gj\u0451ra t\u0451 cilat as nuk i kisha\n\u0451nd\u0451rruar. Burri im, edhe pse ishte njeri i mir\u0451, asnj\u0451her\u0451 nuk m\u0451 mbante si\nai, nuk m\u0451 joshte n\u0451 at\u0451 m\u0451nyr\u0451 si ai, nuk m\u0451 kushtonte t\u0451 nj\u0451jt\u0451n r\u0451nd\u0451si q\u0451\nm\u0451 kushtonte ai. Pra, kisha disa gj\u0451ra q\u0451 m\u0451 mungonin te nj\u0451ra lidhje e t\u0451\ncilat m`i plot\u0451sonte lidhja tjet\u0451r. Isha n\u0451 hall t\u0451 madh. Isha me dy burra dhe\npa asnj\u0451rin. M\u0451 duhej t\u0451 vendosja se \u00e7`duhet t\u0451 b\u0451ja. T\u0451 ndahesha nga ai dhe t\u0451\nkthehesha te familja ime q\u0451 kishte qen\u0451 nj\u0451 nd\u0451r familjet m\u0451 t\u0451 lumtura apo t\u0451\nvazhdoja k\u0451t\u0451 lidhje e cila m\u0451 kishte dh\u0451n\u0451 k\u0451to k\u0451naq\u0451si? Nuk arrija t\u0451 merrja\nnj\u0451 vendim. Net\u0451 t\u0451 t\u0451ra pa gjum\u0451 m\u0451 sfilit\u0451n. Burri tashm\u0451 kishte filluar t\u0451\nm\u0451 largohej, por q\u0451 at\u0451here nuk m\u0451 kishte pyetur m\u0451. I telefonova t\u0451 dashurit\ndhe i thash\u0451 se kisha d\u0451shir\u0451 ta takoja. Ai pranoi si gjithmon\u0451 menj\u0451her\u0451. U\ntakuam n\u0451 motelin ku takoheshim gjithmon\u0451. N\u0451 fillim nuk i thash\u0451 asgj\u0451, se, t\u0451\nthem t\u0451 drejt\u0451n, m\u0451 p\u0451lqente shum\u0451 t\u0451 rrija me t\u0451. Kur po b\u0451heshim gati t\u0451\ndilnim, i thash\u0451 se kisha d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 shkonim n\u0451 nj\u0451 kafe dhe t\u0451 bisedonim pak.\nAi i \u00e7udit, por pranoi. Hip\u0451m n\u0451 makin\u0451 dhe shkuam n\u0451 bregdet. I thash\u0451 se\nkisha nevoj\u0451 t\u0451 reflektoja mbi lidhjen ton\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ne jemi shum\u0451 mir\u0451, \u00e7’t\u0451 keqe ka? – tha ai. – Ka nuhatur ndonj\u0451 gj\u0451\nburri?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Pak a shum\u0451 – i thash\u0451 – por ne po shkat\u0451rrojm\u0451 familjet tona dhe p\u0451r\nk\u0451t\u0451, nuk duhet t\u0451 takohemi p\u0451r pak koh\u0451, sepse kemi r\u0451n\u0451 shum\u0451 n\u0451 sy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Un\u0451 p\u0451r vete jam n\u0451 rregull. Gruaja ime nuk kupton gj\u0451. Gjithmon\u0451 e kam\ntradhtuar dhe ajo shushka nuk ka kuptuar kurr\u0451 gj\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edhe pse e kisha t\u0451 dashur, n\u0451 at\u0451 \u00e7ast ndjeva neveri p\u0451r t\u0451. Ai gjithmon\u0451 kishte\nluajtur k\u0451shtu me ndjenjat e gruas s\u0451 tij dhe t\u0451 grave t\u0451 tjera. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nd\u0451rsa un\u0451 mendoj t\u0451 mos takohemi p\u0451r nj\u0451far\u0451 kohe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ram\u0451 dakord dhe k\u0451shtu u b\u0451. Kaloi nj\u0451 muaj dhe as nuk m\u0451 kishte marr\u0451 n\u0451\ntelefon e as un\u0451 nuk e kisha marr\u0451. Kisha filluar t\u0451 afrohesha me familjen\ntime. Ndihesha pak m\u0451 mir\u0451 dhe stresi filloi t\u0451 ulej. Nj\u0451 dit\u0451, pas nj\u0451 muaji,\nai u shfaq te dera e dyqanit. Sa e pash\u0451, m\u0451 ndrit\u0451n syt\u0451. Kjo do t\u0451 thoshte se\nndjeja p\u0451r t\u0451. Ai m’u afrua dhe m\u0451 tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u0451 ka marr\u0451 shum\u0451 malli p\u0451r ty. A mbaroi koha e ndarjes? – gjithmon\u0451\nb\u0451nte shakara t\u0451 tilla dhe mua k\u0451to m\u0451 magjepsnin. – M\u0451 l\u0451r t\u0451 t\u0451 puth nj\u0451her\u0451.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– K\u0451tu? Ke lajthitur? Mund t\u0451 vij\u0451 vajza nga \u00e7asti n\u0451 \u00e7ast. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai nuk m\u0451 la t\u0451 mbaroja, m\u0451 kapi nga beli dhe m\u0451 futi n\u0451 magazin\u0451. Filloi\nt\u0451 m\u0451 puthte dhe n\u0451 nj\u0451 moment, edhe un\u0451 e humba fare se ku ndodhesha. N\u0451 at\u0451\n\u00e7ast, d\u0451gjova nga pas:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mami!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U ktheva. \u00c7`t\u0451 shikoja? Vajza po shihte nga ne. Ajo ia dha vrapit dhe un\u0451\nrenda pas saj ta arrija. Ajo u fut n\u0451 dhom\u0451n e vet dhe nuk e hapte der\u0451n. N\u0451\nat\u0451 \u00e7ast, erdhi burri dhe m\u0451 pyeti se \u00e7`kishte ngjar\u0451. Desha t\u0451 flisja, por n\u0451\n\u00e7ast, vajza hapi der\u0451n dhe tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mami po puthej me nj\u0451 burr\u0451 n\u0451 magazin\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 at\u0451 \u00e7ast, nuk e doja veten, por ja q\u0451 nuk e kisha k\u0451t\u0451 fat. M\u0451 mir\u0451 t\u0451 kisha\nvdekur sesa t\u0451 d\u0451gjoja k\u0451to fjal\u0451 nga goja e vajz\u0451s sime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E v\u0451rtet\u0451 \u0451sht\u0451e kjo? – tha ai. – P\u0451rpara vajz\u0451s b\u0451n k\u0451si gj\u0451rash? Un\u0451\nkam menduar se e ke l\u0451n\u0451. – tha k\u0451to fjal\u0451, mori vajz\u0451n p\u0451rdore dhe zbriti\nshkall\u0451t, doli n\u0451 oborr e q\u0451 andej hipi n\u0451 makin\u0451. Un\u0451, e ngrir\u0451, nuk b\u0451ra\nasgj\u0451. Pas pak, u kthjellova dhe zbrita shkall\u0451t. Instiktivisht, mora telefonin\ndhe i telefonova t\u0451 dashurit. Ai nuk u p\u0451rgjigj. N\u0451 vend t\u0451 tij, u p\u0451rgjigj\ngruaja dhe m\u00eb tha se ai ishte n\u0451 gjum\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Kush je ti? – tha ajo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jam nj\u0451 nga t\u0451 dashurat e burrit t\u0451nd!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nga ana tjet\u0451r e telefonit d\u00ebgjova z\u0451rin t\u00eb tij q\u0451 tha: – Kush \u0451sht\u0451? Ma\njep telefonin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 at\u0451 \u00e7ast e mbylla p\u0451r t\u0451 mos e hapur kurr\u0451 kur ai num\u0451r t\u0451 binte. Desha\nta shkat\u0451rroj edhe un\u0451 at\u0451, ashtu si ai m\u0451 shkat\u0451rroi mua dhe familjen time. Q\u0451\nnga ajo dit\u0451 burri im nuk m\u0451ka l\u0451n\u0451 t\u0451 takohem me vajz\u0451n, sepse edhe ajo nuk do\nt\u0451 m\u0451 shoh\u0451 mua. U ndam\u0451 me burrin dhe ata t\u0451 dy jetojn\u0451 n\u0451 sht\u0451pin\u0451 e vjehrr\u0451s\nsime, nd\u0451rsa un\u0451, e vetme, jetoj n\u0451 “mbret\u0451rin\u0451” time t\u0451 shembur. E\ndi se e meritoj, por dua vet\u0451m t\u0451 m\u0451 fal\u0451 vajza ime dhe t\u0451 m\u0451 l\u0451r\u0451 t\u0451 pakt\u0451n t\u0451\nflas m\u0451 t\u0451 e t`i plot\u0451soj ndonj\u0451 d\u0451shir\u0451. Shpresoj t\u0451 m\u0451 fal\u0451 ndonj\u0451her\u0451,\nkurdoqoft\u0451 kjo dit\u0451, vet\u0451m t\u0451 mos vdes pa m\u0451 falur ajo, ndon\u00ebse shpirt\u0451risht,\nka koh\u0451 q\u0451 kam vdekur. Ky ishte gabimi i jet\u0451s sime, gabim q\u00eb \u0451sht\u0451 e v\u0451shtir\u0451\nt\u0451 falet. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u0451 dashur lexues! Kjo histori q\u0451 po ju tregoj tani \u0451sht\u0451 historia e jet\u0451s sime, pas mosh\u0451s s\u0451 pjekuris\u0451. Kur ta mbaroni s\u0451 lexuari, edhe vet\u0451 besoj do t\u0451 keni dyshime se krahun e kujt do t\u0451 mbani; krahun tim apo t\u0451 njeriut q\u0451 m\u0451 p\u0451rdori. N\u0451 mosh\u0451n 40 vje\u00e7are, isha e martuar dhe me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21033,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[2106],"class_list":["post-21452","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-historia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21452","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=21452"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21452\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21033"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21452"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21452"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21452"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}