Historia ime filloi n\u00eb fund t\u00eb prillit, kur isha vet\u00ebm 18 vje\u00e7e. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte data 24 kur un\u00eb po q\u00ebndroja si zakonisht n\u00eb Facebook dhe n\u00eb at\u00eb moment hyri n\u00eb linj\u00eb nj\u00eb shoku im, q\u00eb e kam si v\u00eblla. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shkrova, por m\u00eb tha se ishte i v\u00ebllai, t\u00eb cilin un\u00eb, n\u00eb fakt, nuk e njihja. U p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndet\u00ebm dhe fol\u00ebm pak bashk\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00eb pyeti n\u00ebse mund t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte ftes\u00eb me adres\u00ebn e tij, i thash\u00eb q\u00eb po dhe k\u00ebshtu, filluam t\u00eb njiheshim edhe m\u00eb mir\u00eb. M\u00eb p\u00eblqente pak, ngaq\u00eb nga fotot ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i bukur, me tipare tep\u00ebr t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse dhe \u00e7do goc\u00eb do ta b\u00ebnte p\u00ebr vete. Kur ua tregoja k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb shoqeve t\u00eb mia, ato ishin shum\u00eb dyshuese, ndoshta edhe p\u00ebr faktin q\u00eb u njoh\u00ebm n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet kompjuterit, mir\u00ebpo sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb kalonin dit\u00ebt, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb flisnim dhe njiheshim m\u00eb mir\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Filluam\nt\u00eb flisnim n\u00eb Messenger dhe n\u00eb Facebook me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra p\u00ebr tema nga m\u00eb t\u00eb\nndryshmet dhe kjo m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb. Pas disa muajsh, ne shk\u00ebmbyem numrat dhe\nfilluam t\u00eb flisnim edhe n\u00eb telefon sepse nuk kishim mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb takoheshim, ngaq\u00eb\nai jetonte n\u00eb Itali. \u00c7do dit\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb shtohej simpatia dhe interesi p\u00ebr t\u00eb\npasur di\u00e7ka m\u00eb shum\u00eb me t\u00eb, por ngaq\u00eb un\u00eb isha vajz\u00eb, e frenoja pak veten duke\nmenduar edhe mentalitetin q\u00eb kemi. P\u00ebr fat t\u00eb mir\u00eb, e mori ai guximin i pari t\u00eb\nm\u00eb thoshte q\u00eb m\u00eb donte m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa si shoqe. N\u00eb fakt, edhe pse m\u00eb p\u00eblqente\nshum\u00eb, nuk isha plot\u00ebsisht e sigurt\u00eb sepse un\u00eb, pavar\u00ebsisht t\u00eb gjithave, nuk e\nnjihja nga af\u00ebr dhe nuk e kisha takuar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e zakonshme shtatori\nkur m\u00eb ra telefoni me nj\u00eb num\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebrie. E hapa dhe e pyeta:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Kush\njeni? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jam\nun\u00eb, zem\u00ebr! \u2013 m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj ai, me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kishte\nardhur n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri! Pas disa dit\u00ebsh, ne e lam\u00eb t\u00eb takoheshim. Isha shum\u00eb e tensionuar\nsepse kisha koh\u00eb q\u00eb flisja me t\u00eb, por nuk e kisha par\u00eb nga af\u00ebr. Pim\u00eb kafe me t\u00eb\ndhe me nj\u00eb kush\u00ebrir\u00ebn time sepse kisha siklet t\u00eb dilja vet\u00ebm. Pastaj u largua\nduke m\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb dor\u00ebn, por duke m\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb imazhin e tij t\u00eb ngulitur n\u00eb mendje.\nTakimet tona filluan t\u00eb b\u00ebheshin m\u00eb t\u00eb shpeshta. Dashuria shtohej \u00e7do dit\u00eb e m\u00eb\nshum\u00eb. E si t\u00eb mos dashurohesha me nj\u00eb person si ai?! Ishte i gjat\u00eb, esmer, me\nsy jeshil\u00eb dhe me nj\u00eb trup, a thua se e kishte t\u00eb pikturuar. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb teksa po\npinim kafe dhe bisedonim, ai m\u2019u afrua krejt papritur dhe m\u00eb puthi. U skuqa\nsepse ishte puthja e par\u00eb dhe v\u00ebrtet nuk e prisja. Pas disa dit\u00ebsh, ai u largua\np\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb Itali. U m\u00ebrzita aq shum\u00eb saq\u00eb fillova t\u00eb qaja nga inati sepse e\ndoja gjithmon\u00eb pran\u00eb. Nuk ishte e leht\u00eb p\u00ebr ne, t\u00eb jetonim larg nj\u00ebri-tjetrit.\nBisedat tona vazhdonin si m\u00eb par\u00eb, \u00e7do dit\u00eb me nj\u00eb dashuri shum\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, edhe\npse ishim shum\u00eb larg dhe e ndjenim shum\u00eb munges\u00ebn. Dit\u00ebt nuk kalonin kurr\u00eb p\u00ebr\nmua dhe \u00e7do dit\u00eb, m\u00eb dukej nj\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi, por dit\u00ebt kaluan dhe erdhi vera. Ai\nerdhi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri me pushime n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. Num\u00ebroja sekondat kur do ta takoja sepse\nm\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb malli aq shum\u00eb sa nuk doja t\u00eb shikoja njeri tjet\u00ebr me sy. Ishte\npasdite dhe e kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb takoheshim. Po e prisja n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin lokal ku\nshkonim \u00e7do her\u00eb. Kur erdhi, iu hodha n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe fillova ta puthja me mall e\nta p\u00ebrqafoja se me kishte munguar shum\u00eb aq sa s`di as ta shpjegoj. Minutat pran\u00eb\ntij kalonin aq shpejt saq\u00eb ora m\u00eb dukej nj\u00eb sekond\u00eb. E ndjeja se dhe p\u00ebr at\u00eb,\nashtu ishte. Isha e dashuruar marr\u00ebzisht pas k\u00ebtij djali. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ne\nvendos\u00ebm t\u00eb takoheshim nj\u00eb nat\u00eb dhe t\u00eb rrinim bashk\u00eb. Erdhi t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb\ndark\u00eb te sht\u00ebpia e nj\u00eb shoqes sime dhe k\u00ebshtu, shkuam te sht\u00ebpia e tij, q\u00eb e\nkishte t\u00eb mbyllur se nuk jetonte askush. Isha aq e lumtur q\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb fund do t\u00eb\nrrinim lirsh\u00ebm pran\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, pa pasur ndrojtje nga personat e tjer\u00eb. Ai,\nm\u00eb puthte dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafonte pa fund. Ndihesha femra m\u00eb e lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb\nmoment! T\u00eb dy, t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar, ashtu si n\u00ebp\u00ebr filma… Ndenj\u00ebm gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn ashtu\npa fjetur fare, t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar dhe p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb, un\u00eb b\u00ebra dashuri me\nnjeriun q\u00eb e desha m\u00eb shum\u00eb, mir\u00ebpo erdhi m\u00ebngjesi shum\u00eb shpejt dhe m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb\nikja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, edhe pse zemra m\u00eb thoshte t\u00eb rrija nj\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi pran\u00eb tij. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas\ndisa dit\u00ebsh, ai u kthye s\u00ebrish n\u00eb Itali dhe un\u00eb u m\u00ebrzita akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb se her\u00ebn\ne par\u00eb. E ndjeja q\u00eb kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb tek un\u00eb nj\u00eb kujtim t\u00eb pap\u00ebrs\u00ebritsh\u00ebm. M\u00eb\nmungonte jasht\u00eb mase, por fakti q\u00eb do t\u00eb ikja edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb jetoja atje, m\u00eb qet\u00ebsonte\npak. Kaloi nj\u00eb vit e gjysm\u00eb dhe ne jemi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri t\u00eb dashuruar e shum\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur\npran\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. Un\u00eb kam marr\u00eb vesh se ai \u00ebsht\u00eb martuar p\u00ebr letra me nj\u00eb\nitaliane, por nuk e do dhe nuk do t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb m\u00eb me t\u00eb. Kjo n\u00eb fillim m\u00eb l\u00ebndoi\nshum\u00eb, por pastaj e kuptova se nuk kisha rrug\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Un\u00eb tani jetoj me\nfamiljen n\u00eb Itali dhe banojm\u00eb shum\u00eb af\u00ebr. Ai dhe un\u00eb shihemi aq shpesh e duhemi\naq shum\u00eb sa kjo q\u00eb po p\u00ebrjetoj, m\u00eb duket si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrrall\u00eb. E di q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur\nt`i tregoj familjes, ajo do t\u00eb jet\u00eb kund\u00ebr k\u00ebsaj lidhjeje, por un\u00eb e dua dhe do\nt\u2019u kund\u00ebrvihem t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve p\u00ebr at\u00eb njeri. Vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb kam: Shpresoj q\u00eb\nkjo dashuri t\u00eb mos na shuhet kurr\u00eb. Edhe pse lindi n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet Facebook-ut dhe\ns`do t\u00eb kuptohet drejt si t\u00eb gjitha njohjet e tjera, shpresoj q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ta\nshoh veten me fustanin e bardh\u00eb dhe me t\u00eb p\u00ebrkrahu. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00ebndrra ime e\nvetme dhe ne e \u00ebnd\u00ebrrojm\u00eb dhe e diskutojm\u00eb shpesh k\u00ebt\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb edhe bashk\u00eb.\nMezi po e pres at\u00eb dit\u00eb!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Historia ime filloi n\u00eb fund t\u00eb prillit, kur isha vet\u00ebm 18 vje\u00e7e. Ishte data 24 kur un\u00eb po q\u00ebndroja si zakonisht n\u00eb Facebook dhe n\u00eb at\u00eb moment hyri n\u00eb linj\u00eb nj\u00eb shoku im, q\u00eb e kam si v\u00eblla. I shkrova, por m\u00eb tha se ishte i v\u00ebllai, t\u00eb cilin un\u00eb, n\u00eb fakt, nuk e njihja. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21033,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[2065],"class_list":["post-21964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-mekate"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21964","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=21964"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21964\/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=21964"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21964"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21964"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}