Jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb qytet i vog\u00ebl q\u00eb, prej koh\u00ebsh vuaj nga nj\u00eb hall i madh q\u00eb m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshoj shum\u00eb plane t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jam e fejuar dhe pres t\u00eb martohem, madje kam caktuar edhe dat\u00ebn e dasm\u00ebs, por di\u00e7ka e r\u00ebnd\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrmbysi t\u00eb gjitha planet q\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb me t\u00eb fejuarin tim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Altinin e kam njohur q\u00eb n\u00eb bangat e gjimnazit. Pasi mbaroi viti i dyt\u00eb, ai\nu nis p\u00ebr n\u00eb Itali, si emigrant. Un\u00eb q\u00ebndrova n\u00eb qytetin ton\u00eb t\u00eb lindjes, nd\u00ebrsa\nai p\u00ebr vite t\u00eb t\u00ebra nuk erdhi m\u00eb. Nuk e pash\u00eb dhe pothuajse e kisha harruar\nfare. Un\u00eb vazhdoja jet\u00ebn time dhe ai t\u00eb tij\u00ebn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb un\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur me t\u00eb cilin kisha vendosur t\u00eb ndahesha.\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb ai po m\u00eb ngacmonte n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. I thoja q\u00eb nuk kishte m\u00eb pun\u00eb me mua, q\u00eb\nt\u00eb m\u00eb linte rehat, por as q\u00eb donte t\u2019ia dinte. Nisa t\u00eb trembesha se mos m\u00eb b\u00ebnte\nndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb, kur d\u00ebgjova nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb trash\u00eb, q\u00eb i b\u00ebrtiti t\u00eb dashurit tim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– L\u00ebre kush\u00ebrir\u00ebn time se do t\u00eb pendohesh pastaj!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U kap\u00ebn p\u00ebr pak me fjal\u00eb, pastaj ai iku. U ktheva nga i panjohuri q\u00eb m\u00eb\nkishte shp\u00ebtuar dhe e falenderova.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Zot, sa frik\u00eb q\u00eb kisha! – i thash\u00eb. – Faleminderit! Si quheni? K\u00ebtu\nbanoni?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai qeshi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Pse qesh? – e pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb moment ai m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi fort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po si moj djallushk\u00eb, nuk e njeh m\u00eb Altinin ti?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur e pash\u00eb mir\u00eb, dallova tek ai njeri shikimin tipik t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl t\u00eb Altinit.\nIu hodha n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. Ishte pik\u00ebrisht shoku im i gjimnazit. Nuk m\u00eb besohej. U ul\u00ebm\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb kafene dhe nis\u00ebm t\u00eb flisnim. Kishim aq koh\u00eb pa u par\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai m\u00eb tregoi p\u00ebr Italin\u00eb. M\u00eb tha se kishte punuar mjaft atje dhe se tani\nkishte vendosur t\u00eb vinte p\u00ebrfundimisht n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. M\u00eb tha se deri tani kishte\nmenduar vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr familjen, por e ndjente se kishte ardhur koha t\u00eb gjente nj\u00eb\nvajz\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe t\u00eb martohej. Un\u00eb i tregova t\u00eb rejat e mia, megjith\u00ebse nuk\nishin shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mos m\u2019u ngat\u00ebrro me tipa si ky, more vesh? – m\u00eb tha gjys\u00ebm me shaka e\ngjys\u00ebm seriozisht.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U ndam\u00eb p\u00ebr momentin, por e lam\u00eb t\u00eb takoheshim prap\u00eb. Dhe k\u00ebshtu b\u00ebm\u00eb. U\ntakuam shum\u00eb shpesh. Ishte sikur t\u00eb rizbulonim nj\u00ebri-tjetrin. Po kuptonim\nngadal\u00eb q\u00eb na p\u00eblqente t\u00eb rrinim bashk\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu, takimet tona shoq\u00ebrore shum\u00eb\nshpejt u kthyen n\u00eb di\u00e7ka m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Pat\u00ebm puthjen e par\u00eb, marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnien e par\u00eb\ndhe dashurin\u00eb e par\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dy. Mua m\u00eb dukej e pabesueshme q\u00eb kisha gjetur nj\u00eb\nnjeri aq t\u00eb ndersh\u00ebm, pun\u00ebtor dhe t\u00eb mir\u00eb sa ai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas nj\u00eb viti s\u00eb bashku, u fejuam. Familjet tona ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqura me\nk\u00ebt\u00eb bashkim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Altini shkonte e vinte n\u00eb Itali, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbyllur edhe gj\u00ebrat e fundit q\u00eb i\nkishin mbetur. Ai po nd\u00ebrtonte edhe nj\u00eb vil\u00eb, ku do t\u00eb jetonim t\u00eb dy pas\nmartese. Gjith\u00e7ka ishte perfekte, aq sa m\u00eb dukej si \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, por me sa duket,\nishte e th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb mos mbetej ashtu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb q\u00ebndroja shpesh n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e Tinit dhe merresha me pun\u00ebt e p\u00ebrgatitjes\ns\u00eb dasm\u00ebs, m\u00eb erdhi nj\u00eb telefonat\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme. Nj\u00eb z\u00eb gruaje n\u00eb italisht m\u00eb\npyeste p\u00ebr Altinin. Un\u00eb mbeta si e habitur. Nuk dija kush ishte dhe \u00e7far\u00eb\ndonte. Kur e pyeta, m\u00eb tha se ishte mamaja e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs t\u00eb tij dhe m\u00eb la porosi\nt\u2019i thoja se djali nuk ishte mir\u00eb. Un\u00eb aq mbaj mend. M\u00eb pas, nga tronditja,\nhumba ndjenjat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur u zgjova, pash\u00eb maman\u00eb dhe Altinin mbi kok\u00ebn time. Ishte shum\u00eb e shqet\u00ebsuar.\nN\u00eb fillim, nuk m\u00eb kujtohej se \u00e7far\u00eb kisha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb t\u00eb ndodhi zem\u00ebr? – po m\u00eb pyeste Altini.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mori ish-gruaja jote n\u00eb telefon dhe m\u00eb tha se djalin e ke s\u00ebmur\u00eb… \u2013 i\nthash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mamaja e tij l\u00ebshoi nj\u00eb piskam\u00eb t\u00eb madhe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb thua moj n\u00ebn\u00eb? – m\u00eb tha, – Po flet p\u00ebr\u00e7art! Altini nuk ka nuse e f\u00ebmij\u00eb,\nvet\u00ebm ty t\u00eb ka! Qet\u00ebsohu bij\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vet\u00ebm ajo fliste, nd\u00ebrsa Altini heshtte. M\u00eb pas, u kthye nga ne dhe na tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb! \u00cbsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb kam nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb n\u00eb Itali, megjith\u00ebse\najo grua nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nusja ime! Ajo mbeti shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb pa dashjen ton\u00eb, por vendosi\nta mbante f\u00ebmij\u00ebn. Tani Alesio rri me t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn dhe un\u00eb shkoj t\u2019i takoj her\u00eb pas\nhere. Un\u00eb e dua, sepse ai \u00ebsht\u00eb f\u00ebmija im, por me gjith\u00eb shpirt dua edhe t\u00eb\nkrijoj familje me ty!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mamaja e tij nisi t\u00eb qante, t\u00eb b\u00ebrtiste…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7\u2019ishte kjo q\u00eb na b\u00ebre more bir? – i thoshte. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00eb kot ai p\u00ebrpiqej q\u00eb ta qet\u00ebsonte, ta bindte. Ajo nuk arrinte dot ta\nkonceptonte q\u00eb Altini kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb jasht\u00eb martese.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, pasi gjurulldia ishte sheshuar paksa, un\u00eb dhe Altini fol\u00ebm vet\u00ebm\np\u00ebr vet\u00ebm. Ai m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi q\u00eb ta kuptoja dhe ta pranoja k\u00ebt\u00eb situat\u00eb. M\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebriti\nq\u00eb ai vet\u00ebm me mua donte t\u00eb rrinte dhe t\u00eb krijonte familje, por ai f\u00ebmij\u00eb ishte\ni tiji dhe nuk mund ta hidhte posht\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto i dija. E dija shum\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb donte dhe q\u00eb e doja.\nVendosa t\u00eb mos e prishja fejes\u00ebn, por edhe tani kur nuk kan\u00eb mbetur edhe shum\u00eb\ndit\u00eb nga dasma jon\u00eb, un\u00eb jam e turbullt dhe gjith\u00eb dyshime. Kam frik\u00eb se mos ai\nf\u00ebmij\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse nuk ka asnj\u00eb faj p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, do t\u00eb jet\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb nj\u00eb penges\u00eb p\u00ebr\nfamiljen time. Kam frik\u00eb se Altini do t\u00eb mbetet gjithnj\u00eb midis Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb dhe\nItalis\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb ndihet keq. T\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto pyetje m\u00eb vijn\u00eb nd\u00ebrmend nd\u00ebrsa\nzgjedh fustanin e bardh\u00eb apo vendos p\u00ebr vendin e ceremonis\u00eb. E gjith\u00eb situata m\u00eb\nb\u00ebn shum\u00eb keq, m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb mendoj se ndoshta po hedh nj\u00eb hap t\u00eb gabuar. Ende nuk\ndi di\u00e7ka t\u00eb sigurt\u00eb, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 faktit q\u00eb un\u00eb e dua Altinin…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb qytet i vog\u00ebl q\u00eb, prej koh\u00ebsh vuaj nga nj\u00eb hall i madh q\u00eb m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshoj shum\u00eb plane t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. Jam e fejuar dhe pres t\u00eb martohem, madje kam caktuar edhe dat\u00ebn e dasm\u00ebs, por di\u00e7ka e r\u00ebnd\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrmbysi t\u00eb gjitha planet q\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":20576,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[254],"class_list":["post-21860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21860","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=21860"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21860\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20576"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}