Mbas dy vjet\u00ebsh q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur historia m\u00eb e dhimbshme e jet\u00ebs time, vendosa q\u00eb dhembjen time ta ndaj me ju. Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb fshat i Vlor\u00ebs. Q\u00eb e vog\u00ebl m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb muzika dhe aktivizohesha n\u00eb shfaqjet q\u00eb organizonte shkolla jon\u00eb. M\u00eb jepet m\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebnduar k\u00ebng\u00eb popullore dhe, q\u00ebkur isha adoleshente, jam aktivizuar me orkestr\u00ebn e fshatit duke k\u00ebnduar n\u00ebp\u00ebr dasmat q\u00eb b\u00ebheshin te ne. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb m\u00eb thoshin se kisha perspektiv\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen, por un\u00eb nuk kisha njeri q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte. U tregova prind\u00ebrve p\u00ebr \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time, por ata as q\u00eb e vun\u00eb ujin n\u00eb zjarr. Babi ma preu: \u201cKur t\u00eb martohesh, b\u00ebj si t\u00eb duash, b\u00ebhu jo vet\u00ebm k\u00ebng\u00ebtare, por edhe aktore po t\u00eb duash!\u201d.
\nUn\u00eb, sapo kisha mbushur 18 vje\u00e7e dhe mund\u00ebsi p\u00ebr t\u00eb vazhduar shkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb nuk pata, pasi prind\u00ebrit e mi nuk ishin aq n\u00eb gjendje sa t\u00eb m\u00eb ndiqnin me shkoll\u00eb. Doja t\u00eb b\u00ebja di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr veten time dhe \u00e7do dit\u00eb e nat\u00eb mendoja se \u00e7far\u00eb duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Vendosa q\u00eb me an\u00eb t\u00eb Facebook-ut t\u00eb kontaktoja ndonj\u00eb person i cili kishte mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb iniciativ\u00eb. Fillova t\u2019u b\u00ebja ftes\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kompozitor\u00ebve dhe k\u00ebng\u00ebtar\u00ebve t\u00eb muzik\u00ebs popullore, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb ndonj\u00ebri prej tyre t\u00eb m\u00eb tregonte se ku mund t\u00eb drejtohesha p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb nj\u00eb ndihm\u00eb. M\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, u mundova shum\u00eb; disa prej tyre m\u00eb pranonin si mike n\u00eb Facebook, disa t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, jo. Disave prej kompozitor\u00ebve u kisha shkruar edhe mesazh ku i sqaroja p\u00ebr d\u00ebshir\u00ebn e madhe dhe talentin q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtare e muzik\u00ebs popullore, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kisha marr\u00eb asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje prej tyre.
\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb erdhi mesazh nga nj\u00eb prej kompozitor\u00ebve q\u00eb kan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb albume t\u00eb muzik\u00ebs popullore, emrin e t\u00eb cilit nuk dua ta p\u00ebrmend, se nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb mir\u00eb edhe p\u00ebr etik\u00eb. Ajo q\u00eb dua t\u2019ju them \u00ebsht\u00eb se un\u00eb u entuziazmova shum\u00eb kur mora nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje nga ai. N\u00eb fillim ai m\u00eb pyeti p\u00ebr mosh\u00ebn, m\u00eb pas m\u00eb pyeti p\u00ebr talentin q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr muzik\u00ebn dhe shum\u00eb pyetje t\u00eb k\u00ebtij lloji. Ai m\u00eb tha se ishte dakord q\u00eb ne t\u00eb b\u00ebnim nj\u00eb prov\u00eb t\u00eb z\u00ebrit tim, p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar se deri ku arrinte talenti im n\u00eb fush\u00ebn e muzik\u00ebs. Mua, nga e gjith\u00eb kjo bised\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb zuri gjumi gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn! Ishte hapur nj\u00eb drit\u00eb jeshile p\u00ebr mua dhe kisha shum\u00eb besim se \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtare do ta realizoja m\u00eb s\u00eb miri, ashtu si\u00e7 kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb edhe shum\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtare t\u00eb tjera nga zona jon\u00eb. Isha shum\u00eb e bindur se me talentin tim do t\u2019ia arrija q\u00ebllimit q\u00eb kisha.
\nMe k\u00ebt\u00eb kompozitor kisha folur gati dy jav\u00eb n\u00eb Facebook, derisa ai gjeti koh\u00ebn e lir\u00eb dhe m\u00eb la nj\u00eb dat\u00eb t\u00eb caktuar q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe ta takoja p\u00ebr t\u00eb provuar z\u00ebrin. Nuk dija si t\u00eb veproja… T\u2019u tregoja prind\u00ebrve, ata nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb linin, se un\u00eb e dija \u00e7far\u00eb mendimi kishin ata p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb. Motr\u00ebn e madhe e kisha t\u00eb martuar n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe bisedova me t\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja tek ajo t\u00eb rrija ndonj\u00eb jav\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu b\u00ebra, u thash\u00eb edhe prind\u00ebrve dhe ata nuk ma prish\u00ebn pasi un\u00eb kisha shkuar edhe her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera tek ajo. Kur mb\u00ebrrita te motra, i tregova arsyen se pse kisha shkuar n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, por sapo ia thash\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, ajo filloi me t\u00eb sajat, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se \u201cku e di ti se personi q\u00eb komunikon n\u00eb Facebook \u00ebsht\u00eb me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb kompozitori p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin po m\u00eb flet?\u201d. Ajo, me t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, m\u00eb tha se n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e sotme ka shum\u00eb mashtrues, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrfitojn\u00eb nga njer\u00ebz hallexhinj dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebshilloi t\u00eb mos bija pre e k\u00ebtyre njer\u00ebzve. Nga t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto, m\u2019u krijua p\u00ebrshtypja se motra ime ishte xheloze p\u00ebr mua. Kisha p\u00ebrshtypje se ajo kishte inat q\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e saj nuk pati fat n\u00eb t\u00eb tilla gj\u00ebra, pasi babi im e fejoi t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dhe tashm\u00eb ajo s\u2019ishte gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se nj\u00eb sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtore e burrit dhe e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb saj. I thash\u00eb se, \u201ct\u00eb jet\u00eb, si t\u00eb jet\u00eb, un\u00eb do ta marr k\u00ebt\u00eb iniciativ\u00eb dhe do ta provoj nj\u00ebher\u00eb fatin tim\u201d. Kisha frik\u00eb se ajo do t\u2019u thoshte prind\u00ebrve, por k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb nuk e b\u00ebri. Pas tre dit\u00ebsh, un\u00eb fola n\u00eb telefon me kompozitorin dhe vendos\u00ebm t\u00eb shkoja ta takoja te zyra, ku ai kishte ngritur edhe studion ku punonte. Ai m\u00eb sqaroi se zyra ishte te kati i par\u00eb i nj\u00eb pallati, m\u00eb dha numrin e pallatit, si dhe adres\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb sakt\u00eb. Isha shum\u00eb e emocionuar! U vesha, u kreha dhe u rregullova p\u00ebr t\u00eb patur sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb prezenc\u00eb n\u00eb takimin q\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebja me kompozitorin. U paraqita p\u00ebrpara pallatit dhe ai m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb m\u00eb nxirrte asistentin e tij p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb orientuar drejt studios muzikore, pasi ai vet\u00eb ishte i z\u00ebn\u00eb duke p\u00ebrgatitur nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb t\u00eb radh\u00ebs. U afrova te pallati dhe pash\u00eb se nj\u00eb burr\u00eb rreth t\u00eb pes\u00ebdhjetave m\u2019u afrua e m\u00eb pyeti: \u201cJu jeni vajza q\u00eb do t\u00eb takoni profesorin?\u201d dhe, kur pohova, m\u00eb tha q\u00eb ta ndiqja. Ai hapi der\u00ebn dhe un\u00eb u futa brenda. N\u00eb pamje t\u00eb par\u00eb, ajo ishte nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi e thjesht\u00eb si gjith\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e tjera. E pyeta se ku ishte profesori e studioja ku do t\u00eb provoja z\u00ebrin dhe ai m\u00eb tha: \u201cDuhet t\u00eb pres\u00ebsh k\u00ebtu, derisa t\u00eb vij\u00eb ai, se ka pun\u00eb n\u00eb studio\u201d. Un\u00eb u ula n\u00eb nj\u00eb nga kolltuk\u00ebt q\u00eb ishin aty dhe ai u nis t\u00eb merrte di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb. Pash\u00eb se kishte marr\u00eb dy birra t\u00eb ftohta n\u00eb frigorifer. Un\u00eb nuk kisha pir\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb alkool dhe nuk doja t\u00eb pija, po ai k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguli dhe un\u00eb, vet\u00ebm sa e provova. Ora po kalonte dhe nuk kishte asnj\u00eb shenj\u00eb se mund t\u00eb vinte kompozitori, kurse personi q\u00eb po rrinte me mua, vet\u00ebm m\u00eb pyeste se pse e p\u00eblqeja muzik\u00ebn dhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb k\u00ebtij lloji.
\nKaluan m\u00eb shum\u00eb se tre or\u00eb dhe kompozitori nuk kishte ardhur. Mua, \u00e7do gj\u00eb, po m\u00eb dukej shum\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme. Sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb kalonte koha, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb hynte frika, n\u00ebp\u00ebr mendje m\u00eb vinin fjal\u00ebt e motr\u00ebs, q\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte se duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebja kujdes sepse nga Facebooku nuk mund t\u2019i besosh askujt. Erdhi nj\u00eb moment edhe un\u00eb u ngrita n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ikur, por burri, t\u00eb cilit edhe sot nuk ia kam m\u00ebsuar emrin, m\u00eb kapi prej krahu dhe m\u00eb pyeti: \u201cKu po shkon?\u201d. I thash\u00eb se m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb largohesha se nuk mund t\u00eb prisja gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn, por ai m\u00eb tha: \u201cKy \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb shans q\u00eb nuk t\u00eb vjen gjithmon\u00eb, prandaj duhet t\u00eb pres\u00ebsh\u201d. E pyeta se ku ishte studioja ku punonte ai dhe m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj se ishte n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn hyrje, p\u00ebrball\u00eb, por mua fjal\u00ebt e tij po m\u00eb dukeshin g\u00ebnjeshtra dhe i thash\u00eb se po largohesha p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. N\u00eb momentin q\u00eb un\u00eb u mundova t\u00eb largohesha, ai m\u00eb kap nga krahu dhe m\u00eb uli n\u00eb divan, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se nuk mund t\u00eb largohesha…
\n– Ti nuk e ke iden\u00eb se sa shum\u00eb e kam pritur k\u00ebt\u00eb moment! – m\u00eb tha.
\nUn\u00eb, e tmerruar u mundova t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoja nga dora e tij, por ishte e kot\u00eb, fuqia e tij m\u00eb kishte mb\u00ebrthyer dhe nuk mund t\u00eb \u00e7lirohesha. Ai m\u00eb thoshte: \u201cDo t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb duash ti, k\u00ebng\u00ebtare do t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj, vet\u00ebm t\u00eb lutem mos m\u00eb l\u00ebr vet\u00ebm, kam nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ty\u201d. Un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb qaja. N\u00ebp\u00ebr mendje m\u00eb kalonin fjal\u00ebt e motr\u00ebs dhe mallkoja veten q\u00eb nuk e d\u00ebgjova. E kuptova se ajo ishte nj\u00eb loj\u00eb e ndyr\u00eb nga nj\u00eb njeri i panjohur, i cili m\u00eb ishte hequr si kompozitor. Aty ishte edhe fundi im. Ai p\u00ebrfitoi nga dob\u00ebsia dhe pafaj\u00ebsia ime, m\u00eb mb\u00ebrtheu, m\u00eb mori n\u00eb krah\u00eb dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrplasi n\u00eb krevatin q\u00eb ndodhej n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit. Un\u00eb b\u00ebrtita me sa fuqi kisha, por ishte e kot\u00eb; ai me nj\u00eb dor\u00eb m\u00eb mbante goj\u00ebn dhe me nj\u00eb dor\u00eb vepronte sipas d\u00ebshir\u00ebs q\u00eb kishte. Lot\u00ebt e mi nuk kishin t\u00eb mbaruar. Kur mbaroi pun\u00eb, m\u00eb tha:
\n– Ti deshe q\u00eb t\u00eb ndodhte k\u00ebshtu, se un\u00eb kisha t\u00eb tjera plane p\u00ebr ty, do t\u00eb t\u00eb kisha ndihmuar q\u00eb t\u00eb arrije \u00ebndrr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, por u tregove e pabindur!
\nE \u00e7\u2019t\u2019ju tregoj m\u00eb tej? Mbas asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi, shkova te motra duke qar\u00eb dhe ajo e kuptoi se di\u00e7ka m\u00eb kishte ndodhur. Kur i tregova, ajo vuri duart n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Jeta ime u shkat\u00ebrrua nga nj\u00eb njeri i panjohur dhe nga naiviteti im. Pas asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi, nuk u ktheva m\u00eb n\u00eb fshat, kam filluar pun\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb dyqan parfumesh dhe rri me shoqet n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me qira. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, m\u00ebsova q\u00eb nuk duhet t\u2019u besoj njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb panjohur edhe atyre q\u00eb hiqen si shenjtor\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse duhet ta kisha ditur m\u00eb par\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mbas dy vjet\u00ebsh q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur historia m\u00eb e dhimbshme e jet\u00ebs time, vendosa q\u00eb dhembjen time ta ndaj me ju. Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb fshat i Vlor\u00ebs. Q\u00eb e vog\u00ebl m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb muzika dhe aktivizohesha n\u00eb shfaqjet q\u00eb organizonte shkolla jon\u00eb. M\u00eb jepet m\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4796","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=4796"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4796\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}