T\u00eb nderuar botues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d dhe ju lexues. Po marr guximin t\u00eb shkruaj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime, pasi lexova shkrimin me titull \u201cU martova edhe pse isha impotent\u201d. Them \u201cpo marr guximin\u201d, p\u00ebr shum\u00eb arsye: E para, sepse mendoj se ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb kam turp edhe nga vetja q\u00eb pranova t\u00eb jetoja me k\u00ebto kushte dhe e dyta, p\u00ebr arsye anonimiteti. Po me keqardhje po v\u00ebrej se paska dhe t\u00eb tjer\u00eb q\u00eb paskan probleme t\u00eb p\u00ebraf\u00ebrta me t\u00eb miat. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se m\u00eb g\u00ebzon fakti q\u00eb ka edhe \u00e7ifte t\u00eb tjera me probleme, por n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre them se do t\u00eb gjej kurajon t\u00eb p\u00ebrballem me personat q\u00eb m\u00eb rrethojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Jam 32 vje\u00e7e dhe kam nj\u00eb pun\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. U dashurova kur isha 25 vje\u00e7e. E kalova mosh\u00ebn e adoleshenc\u00ebs dhe koh\u00ebn kur isha n\u00eb fakultet mbi libra. Pasi u ktheva n\u00eb qyetin tim t\u00eb vog\u00ebl fillova pun\u00eb dhe isha mir\u00eb, puna nuk m\u00eb lodhte, marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet m\u00eb familjen i kisha t\u00eb mira p\u00ebr disa arsye. Isha natyr\u00eb e qet\u00eb, e dh\u00ebn\u00eb pas librave, jam simpatike, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi nuk e kishin me shum\u00eb merak martes\u00ebn time.
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb e zgjuar, do t\u00eb dij\u00eb t\u00eb zgjedh\u00eb, – thoshte babai, por fatit nuk i dihet asnj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb ver\u00ebn pasi kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb vit shkoll\u00eb, do martohej nj\u00eb kush\u00ebrira ime dhe ne ishim t\u00eb ftuar n\u00eb dasm\u00eb. Shkuam un\u00eb dhe babai, sepse mamaja n\u00eb at\u00eb periudh\u00eb ishte n\u00eb Itali te motra (ajo sapo kishte lindur vajz\u00ebn f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb). Sapo ishte hequr regjimi i vizave dhe shyqyr mamaja do t\u00eb shikonte se ku jetonte dhe si jetonte motra.
\nUn\u00eb me babain, pasi u krekos\u00ebm si p\u00ebr dasm\u00eb, arrit\u00ebm n\u00eb lokalin ku ishte darka. Kush\u00ebrira ime, duke qen\u00eb se ishte pothuajse moshatare me mua, m\u00eb kishte zgjedhur si shoq\u00ebruese t\u00eb saj\u00ebn, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb edhe veshja me shum\u00eb lloje fustanesh, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, m\u2019i nxori n\u00eb pah gjith\u00eb hiret e mia. N\u00eb das\u00ebm kishte goxha njer\u00ebz dhe shumica ishin rini. Ishte me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb dasm\u00eb alegro. K\u00ebrceva sa filluan t\u00eb m\u00eb dhimbnin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, me kush\u00ebrinj e njer\u00ebz q\u00eb nuk i njihja, por gjithsesi, isha n\u00eb nj\u00eb ambient t\u00eb njohur. Syt\u00eb m\u00eb mbet\u00ebn te nj\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i bukur, i holl\u00eb, i gjat\u00eb, i veshur shik, q\u00eb k\u00ebrcente shum\u00eb bukur. E vura re q\u00eb edhe atij i p\u00eblqeva se sillej e sillte dhe vinte e k\u00ebrcente me mua. Aty nga fundi i dasm\u00ebs, si djal\u00eb i shkath\u00ebt q\u00eb ishte, gjeti m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb dha numrin e tij t\u00eb telefonit.
\nSigurisht q\u00eb e pranova me k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi. Nuk isha ndier kurr\u00eb k\u00ebshtu. Kisha shkuar edhe n\u00eb dasma t\u00eb tjera, kisha k\u00ebrcyer edhe me djem t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, por nuk isha ndier kurr\u00eb kaq mir\u00eb. Po mbyllej dasma dhe kush\u00ebrira ime m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi me sebepin q\u00eb ta ndihmoja me fustanin. Pasi u larguam pak nga muzika, m\u00eb tha:
\n– Djali m\u00eb i bukur i dasm\u00ebs, pyeti p\u00ebr ty. E kam kush\u00ebri nga mamaja, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb mos ki frik\u00eb, ju t\u00eb dy nuk jeni kush\u00ebrinj. \u00cbsht\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb, i urt\u00eb, do ta shoh\u00ebsh, do t\u00eb shkoj\u00eb mir\u00eb. T\u00eb uroj shum\u00eb fat, motra ime, – m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi dhe u kthyem s\u00ebrish n\u00eb qend\u00ebr t\u00eb v\u00ebmendjes, duke k\u00ebrcyer.
\nDy dit\u00eb pas dasm\u00ebs, u mendova e shkrova, e rishkrova dhe e fshiva disa her\u00eb mesazhin q\u00eb doja t\u2019i nisja Klajdit. S\u2019po dija \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb shkruaja, si t\u2019ia filloja e t\u00eb tjera k\u00ebshtu. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, mora guximin dhe e mora n\u00eb telefon.
\n– Po, urdh\u00ebroni, – d\u00ebgjova nj\u00eb z\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl nga ana tjet\u00ebr e telefonit. Edhe z\u00ebri ishte i \u00ebmb\u00ebl, i dashur e p\u00ebrshtatej me pamjen.
\n– Jam Dona, – i thash\u00eb \u2013 jemi takuar t\u00eb shtun\u00ebn n\u00eb dark\u00eb, n\u00eb dasm\u00ebn e Lilit.
\n– Oh, sa mir\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb more! N\u00eb fakt, fillova t\u2019i humbja shpresat se do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrje. Po, mir\u00eb je?
\n– Po p\u00ebrpiqem t\u00eb marr veten nga lodhja e dasm\u00ebs.. N\u00eb fakt, mund t\u00eb t\u00eb kisha telefonuar se nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ndonj\u00eb lodhje e madhe, po as nuk dija se \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb thoja, – i thash\u00eb.
\n– M\u00eb vjen mir\u00eb q\u00eb je kaq e sinqert\u00eb. At\u00ebhere, nes\u00ebr un\u00eb do jem p\u00ebr nj\u00eb inspektim n\u00eb qytetin t\u00ebnd. Ke mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb pish kafe me mua? \u2013 m\u00eb zuri gafil kjo pyetje.
\n– Po t\u00eb mundohem, besoj nuk do kem problem t\u00eb marr leje n\u00eb pun\u00eb! – i thash\u00eb.
\n– At\u00ebhere do t\u00eb t\u00eb marr sapo t\u00eb arrijm\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb them q\u00eb arrita dhe sapo t\u00eb mbaroj edhe un\u00eb at\u00eb inspektimin tim, se nuk do ta zgjas shum\u00eb, t\u00eb marr q\u00eb t\u00eb vendosim se ku mund t\u00eb ulemi p\u00ebr kafen. Zgjidhe ti vendin se ku, vet\u00ebm m\u00eb thuaj q\u00eb ta gjej, se nuk orientohem shum\u00eb mir\u00eb atje un\u00eb.
\n– Dakord, – thash\u00eb, \u2013 at\u00ebhere, mirutakofshim nes\u00ebr.
\nAnkthi q\u00eb m\u00eb kapi pasi mbylla telefonin ishte m\u00eb i madh se ai q\u00eb kisha para se t\u2019i telefonoja. Nata mezi u zvarrit, or\u00ebt e para n\u00eb pun\u00eb i kalova duke luajtur n\u00eb kompjuter. Telefoni ra dhe ai m\u00eb tha:
\n– Mir\u00ebm\u00ebngjes. Un\u00eb arrita dhe mendoj se p\u00ebr nj\u00eb or\u00eb e gjys\u00ebm mbaroj. Ku do ta pim\u00eb at\u00eb kafen?
\nPasi i dhash\u00eb emrin e lokalit, e sqarova p\u00ebr rrug\u00ebn se nga do kalonte dhe n\u00eb or\u00ebn 11.30, kur e kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb, mb\u00ebrrita te kafja. Sigurisht, kishte mb\u00ebrritur para meje, dhe… dukej edhe m\u00eb i bukur se t\u00eb shtun\u00ebn n\u00eb dasm\u00eb. M\u00eb ik\u00ebn edhe ato pes\u00eb fjal\u00eb q\u00eb kisha menduar se mund t\u00eb flisja, aq u hutova.
\nPasi u ula n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb, ai, jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb m\u00eb mbajti me muhabet, por edhe u k\u00ebnaq\u00ebm. N\u00eb fund, kur do t\u00eb ngriheshim, m\u2019u duk sikur e njihja prej vitesh. K\u00ebshtu, ai filloi vinte nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb e rrinim n\u00eb kafe gjithmon\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Telefoni tashm\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb mjeti q\u00eb e mbaja m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn, i shkruanim mesazhe nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, flisnim darkave me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra.
\nPas pak m\u00eb shum\u00eb se tre muajsh q\u00eb takoheshim, Klajdi m\u00eb tha se do b\u00ebnim mir\u00eb sikur t\u2019u tregonim prind\u00ebrve p\u00ebr shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Pasi t\u00eb takoheshin edhe prind\u00ebrit tan\u00eb, do t\u00eb vendosnim se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim. Pasi u takuan prind\u00ebrit tan\u00eb, pasi u pyet\u00ebn se nga ishin e si ishin q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ishim kush\u00ebrinj, ne vendos\u00ebm t\u00eb shpallnim fejes\u00ebn. Prind\u00ebrit e mi u lumturuan sepse me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb Klajdi dukej djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb. Fejesa jon\u00eb zgjati tre vjet, sepse nj\u00eb vit ai iku n\u00eb Holland\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb master; nj\u00eb vit q\u00eb m\u2019u duk shum\u00eb i gjat\u00eb. Qysh pasi u fejuam, sa her\u00eb m\u00eb prekte, ai m\u00eb thoshte:
\n– Do t\u00eb t\u00eb ruaj p\u00ebr dasm\u00eb, t\u00eb dua t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebn…
\nUn\u00eb skuqesha deri n\u00eb rr\u00ebz\u00eb t\u00eb veshit, ulja syt\u00eb e heshtja. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ishim t\u00eb fejuar, kaluan tre vite shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukura, por Klajdi m\u00eb prekte sikur po prekte nj\u00eb princesh\u00eb a nj\u00eb lule \u201cmos m\u00eb prek\u201d. Gjithsesi, ndihesha e llastuar kur isha me t\u00eb, aq \u00ebmb\u00ebl sillej.Vendos\u00ebm t\u00eb martoheshim n\u00eb fillim t\u00eb korrikut dhe muajin e mjaltit do ta b\u00ebnim jasht\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Dasma shkoi shum\u00eb bukur dhe un\u00eb po prisja me ankth kur t\u00eb shkonim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Doja ta puthja, megjith\u00ebse isha shum\u00eb e turpshme.
\n– E bukura ime, tani duhet t\u00eb flasim, – m\u00eb tha, nd\u00ebrsa mbylli der\u00ebn e dhom\u00ebs s\u00eb gjumit. U rr\u00ebnqetha e t\u00ebra. Nd\u00ebrsa m\u2019u afrua, ai hoqi xhaket\u00ebn dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb hiqte kap\u00ebset nga flok\u00ebt. Ka\u00e7urrelat e mia binin dhe ai m\u00eb puthte her\u00eb n\u00eb ball\u00eb e her\u00eb dor\u00ebn. – Dua t\u00eb t\u00eb them di\u00e7ka q\u00eb ti dhe un\u00eb bashk\u00eb duhet ta mbajm\u00eb sekret… – tha m\u00eb n\u00eb fund.
\n– Po t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoj! – thash\u00eb.
\n– E \u00ebmbla ime, un\u00eb jam homoseksual dhe kam t\u00eb dashur. Ne t\u00eb dy duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb nj\u00eb pakt me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka t\u00eb funksionoj\u00eb si\u00e7 e kam menduar…
\nUn\u00eb u shokova dhe nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb thosha… vet\u00ebm nisa t\u00eb qaja dhe e pyesja se pse ma kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb…
\n– M\u00eb p\u00eblqeve shum\u00eb kur t\u00eb pash\u00eb n\u00eb das\u00ebm dhe mendoja se mund t\u00eb ndryshoja preferencat e mia seksuale, por un\u00eb nuk t\u00eb shoh dot ndryshe, ve\u00e7se si motr\u00ebn time. Pastaj, n\u00ebse do t\u00eb ndaheshim pasi u fejuam, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb do t\u00eb mendonin keq p\u00ebr ty. Ti je kaq e mir\u00eb, sa m\u00eb vjen keq se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebra ty dhe vetes. Ti e kupton, opinioni… k\u00ebtu…
\n– E cila \u00ebsht\u00eb zgjidhja jote? \u2013 e pyeta nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb dridhesha nga nervat apo dashuria ime e humbur…
\n– Ne do t\u00eb vazhdojm\u00eb t\u00eb jemi t\u00eb martuar. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb time e kam t\u00eb dashurin tim, ti je e lir\u00eb t\u00eb zgjedh\u00ebsh k\u00eb t\u00eb duash p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashur, t\u00eb mbetesh edhe shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e rrisim bashk\u00eb.
\nU shokova nga \u00e7\u2019d\u00ebgjova nat\u00ebn e par\u00eb t\u00eb martes\u00ebs sime. \u00c7far\u00eb prisja e \u00e7far\u00eb m\u00eb doli.
\n– Po shtrihem t\u00eb fle se jam shum\u00eb e lodhur. Do ta mendoj dhe do t\u00eb t\u00eb kthej p\u00ebrgjigje… – i thash\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb Klajdi u afrua t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte me fustanin, u largova p\u00ebr t\u2019i dh\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb kuptonte q\u00eb nuk doja t\u00eb m\u00eb prekte.
\n– Desha vet\u00ebm t\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj… – m\u00eb tha.
\nIku jo vet\u00ebm nata e par\u00eb, por edhe shum\u00eb net t\u00eb tjera e un\u00eb isha as n\u00eb tok\u00eb, as n\u00eb qiell. Si mund t\u00eb jetoja n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb? T\u00eb ndahesha nuk mundesha sepse un\u00eb e doja, e kisha ushqyer veten me aq shum\u00eb ndjenja p\u00ebr t\u00eb, isha e sapomartuar dhe prind\u00ebrit e mi do t\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin t\u00eb gjenin shkakun. E cili ishte ai? Klajdi m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos tregoja.
\nKlajdi kishte shum\u00eb miq n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe sapo u kthyem nga muaji i mjaltit, fillova pun\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb dol\u00ebm me Klajdin p\u00ebr kafe dhe n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb na erdhi nj\u00eb djal\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Sapo e pash\u00eb, e kuptova kush ishte. E urreva me gjith\u00eb forc\u00ebn time…
\n– T\u00eb lutem, mos m\u00eb shiko me aq inat, – m\u00eb tha. – Mos k\u00ebrko fajtor\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb histori, problemi q\u00ebndron se sa do ta p\u00ebrballojm\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb jetese. Nuk po t\u00eb k\u00ebrkohet vet\u00ebm ty t\u00eb kesh t\u00eb dashur ilegal. Edhe ne t\u00eb dy do jemi ilegal\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin.
\nNd\u00ebrsa dit\u00ebt kalonin, Klajdi m\u00eb merrte gjithmon\u00eb me vete, m\u00eb prezantonte me shok\u00ebt e tij. Ishte shum\u00eb i sjellsh\u00ebm, kujdesej shum\u00eb p\u00ebr mua q\u00eb t\u00eb mos m\u00eb mungonte asgj\u00eb. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, pas nj\u00eb viti e gjys\u00ebm q\u00eb dilnim bashk\u00eb me shok\u00ebt e tij, m\u00eb kishte p\u00eblqyer nj\u00ebri q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte prezantuar. I thash\u00eb Klajdit.
\n– Epo, do t\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoj un\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb i p\u00eblqen atij e ta b\u00ebsh p\u00ebr vete, – m\u00eb tha.
\nProblemi m\u00eb i madh q\u00eb na doli ishte s\u2019mund ta takoja, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb isha e virgj\u00ebr. E si t\u2019ia b\u00ebnim? Hajde, u rregullua dhe ajo pun\u00eb p\u00ebr dreq dhe m\u00eb n\u00eb fund, vet\u00eb Klajdi na lidhi, kuptohet, pa i r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy shokut t\u00eb vet. Lidhja jon\u00eb vazhdon n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn m\u00ebnyr\u00eb dhe sot, pas 4 vitesh, vajza ime \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb 3 vje\u00e7e. \u00cbsht\u00eb copa e yllit. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb thon\u00eb q\u00eb i ka ngjar\u00eb Klajdit, por n\u00eb fakt, ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb si i babai i saj i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.
\nKur shoku i Klajdit vjen n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb, un\u00eb nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb dal me vajz\u00ebn sh\u00ebtitje apo p\u00ebr pazar. Ata t\u00eb dy m\u00eb duken t\u00eb lumtur s\u00eb bashku dhe sillen shum\u00eb mir\u00eb me mua e me vajz\u00ebn. Klajdi e trajton vaz\u00ebn si t\u00eb jet\u00eb f\u00ebmija i tij i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Aq shum\u00eb kujdeset p\u00ebr t\u00eb, sa habitem si nuk mundi ta sforconte veten dhe t\u00eb ishte ai babai biologjik i f\u00ebmij\u00ebs son\u00eb dhe jo t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb kisha f\u00ebmij\u00eb me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Nuk kuptoj shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra nga kjo lloj t\u00ebrheqje seksuale, ose un\u00eb jam shum\u00eb e sh\u00ebmtuar, ose me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb s\u00ebmundje p\u00ebr k\u00ebta lloj meshkujsh.
\nMe t\u00eb dashurin tim takohemi vazhdimisht, por po jetoj si t\u00eb jem n\u00eb film e jo si t\u00eb jet\u00eb jeta ime.
\nKjo histori ka nj\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Kur kemi pun\u00eb, p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn gjithmon\u00eb ka person t\u00eb gatsh\u00ebm e t\u00eb lir\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoj\u00eb ta marr\u00eb n\u00eb kopsht. Babai biologjik kuptohet q\u00eb kujdeset me shum\u00eb dashuri, por nuk arrin t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb pyetjen n\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb f\u00ebmija i tij, apo jo. Ai kujdeset n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb p\u00ebr mua q\u00eb jam e dashura e tij, m\u00eb pyet edhe p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn, por pa qen\u00eb i sigurt\u00eb p\u00ebr ta vazhduar pyetjen m\u00eb tej.
\nKlajdi dhe shoku i tij kujdesen p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn dhe mua se duan q\u00eb t\u2019u ruaj sekretin apo se me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb m\u00eb duan si motr\u00ebn e tyre dhe vajz\u00ebn, si mbes\u00eb. Nuk e di sa do t\u00eb vazhdoj ta b\u00ebj k\u00ebt\u00eb lloj jete, me k\u00ebt\u00eb lloj brengre q\u00eb kam t\u00eb dashur dhe q\u00eb s\u2019kam burr\u00eb, q\u00eb babai i vajz\u00ebs nuk mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb babai i vajz\u00ebs…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u00eb nderuar botues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d dhe ju lexues. Po marr guximin t\u00eb shkruaj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime, pasi lexova shkrimin me titull \u201cU martova edhe pse isha impotent\u201d. Them \u201cpo marr guximin\u201d, p\u00ebr shum\u00eb arsye: E para, sepse mendoj se ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb kam turp edhe nga vetja q\u00eb pranova t\u00eb jetoja me k\u00ebto kushte dhe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":5244,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5242","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5242","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=5242"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5242\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}