{"id":6467,"date":"2014-11-20T21:04:23","date_gmt":"2014-11-20T20:04:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/?p=6467"},"modified":"2014-11-20T21:04:23","modified_gmt":"2014-11-20T20:04:23","slug":"17-vjetori-im-i-zi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/2014\/11\/17-vjetori-im-i-zi\/","title":{"rendered":"17 vjetori im i zi!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Sot, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb jo shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, vendosa edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb tregoj historin\u00eb e fshehur t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. Dua t\u00eb mbetem anonime, ashtu si\u00e7 kam qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb di, nuk kam p\u00ebr t\u2019ia treguar askujt. Para disa vitesh kisha turp, nd\u00ebrsa tani kam frik\u00eb. Jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb 33 vje\u00e7e, e padashuruar, q\u00eb jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me prind\u00ebrit. Kemi nj\u00eb familje t\u00eb qet\u00eb dhe pjes\u00ebrisht t\u00eb lumtur. Un\u00eb jam vajz\u00eb e vetme n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Mami m\u00eb thot\u00eb shpeshher\u00eb se duhet ta b\u00ebj familjen t\u00eb lumtur dhe se ka ardhur koha q\u00eb t\u00eb gjej nj\u00eb shok n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Bisedojm\u00eb shum\u00eb her\u00eb bashk\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtje dhe ajo m\u00ebrzitet e qan sepse un\u00eb nuk shfaq asnj\u00eb interes p\u00ebr t\u2019i treguar di\u00e7ka t\u00eb re, por un\u00eb mundohem ta kaloj n\u00eb heshtje k\u00ebt\u00eb situat\u00eb. Ajo nuk e di \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb ka ndodhur mua, nuk e di se jeta ime \u00ebsht\u00eb mbyllur n\u00eb vitin 1997&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vit t\u00eb mallkuar p\u00ebr shum\u00eb shqiptar\u00eb, ku rreziku ishte shum\u00eb i madh, vit ku njer\u00ebzit u kthyen n\u00eb kafsh\u00eb, un\u00eb isha vet\u00ebm 17 vje\u00e7e dhe, n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, ndiqja gjimnazin. Prind\u00ebrit, nga meraku i situat\u00ebs s\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb q\u00eb po kalonte Shqip\u00ebria, m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin q\u00eb t\u00eb mos shkoja p\u00ebr disa koh\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb derisa t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohej gjendja, por un\u00eb nuk i d\u00ebgjova, shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb rregullisht. M\u00ebsimin e b\u00ebnim paradite. Nga shkolla kthehesha gjithmon\u00eb me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb ishte 2 vjet m\u00eb e madhe se un\u00eb dhe jetonte n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn lagje me mua. Sa her\u00eb m\u00eb shihte mami me k\u00ebt\u00eb vajz\u00eb, fillonte t\u00eb m\u00eb kritikonte. Ajo ishte v\u00ebrtet vajz\u00eb e l\u00ebvizshme dhe shum\u00eb e shkath\u00ebt. Qarkullonte fjala se ajo kishte t\u00eb dashur nj\u00eb m\u00ebsues fizkulture, por mua kjo gj\u00eb m\u00eb dukej e pabesueshme, m\u00eb dukeshin fjal\u00eb dhe thashetheme t\u00eb kota. Ajo m\u00eb ftonte shpesh t\u00eb dilja me t\u00eb, madje edhe t\u00eb lija or\u00ebt e m\u00ebsimit. \u201cKe puthur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb ti?\u201d, m\u00eb pyeste me nj\u00eb n\u00ebnqeshje provokuese. Un\u00eb skuqesha dhe thoja: \u201cJo, asnj\u00ebher\u00eb!\u201d. Tregohesha e sinqert\u00eb me t\u00eb; nuk kisha asnj\u00eb arsye pse ta g\u00ebnjeja dhe ajo m\u00eb quante buz\u00ebqum\u00ebsht, k\u00ebshtu ma kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb emrin, ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb, pseudonimin, si me shaka. Shpeshher\u00eb dilnim edhe p\u00ebr kafe dhe ia kalonim mir\u00eb kur ishim vet\u00ebm ne t\u00eb dyja, por kishte raste t\u00eb tjera kur me ne vinin edhe disa tipa t\u00eb \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm q\u00eb t\u00eb fusnin frik\u00ebn. Nj\u00ebri prej tyre ishte me flok\u00eb t\u00eb gjata. Kisha frik\u00eb sa her\u00eb e shikoja, por kurioziteti ishte m\u00eb i madh. Kurioziteti p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb m\u00eb ndryshe nga ajo q\u00eb un\u00eb kisha, nj\u00eb jet\u00eb jo me rregulla strikte. Ai m\u00eb shikonte gjithmon\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. M\u00eb dukej sikur m\u00eb hante me sy, si nj\u00eb maniak seksual. Tmerrohesha nga shikimi i tij.<br \/>\nM\u00eb 5 dhjetor un\u00eb kisha dit\u00eblindjen. Komshija ime \u201ce l\u00ebvizshme\u201d m\u00eb b\u00ebri dhurat\u00eb nj\u00eb fund meshini me ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe. E vesha dhe m\u00eb p\u00eblqente vetja me t\u00eb. Ishte mosha e till\u00eb, mendoj tani. Komshija m\u00eb mori n\u00eb telefon n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, se celular nuk kishim n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha:<br \/>\n&#8211; Vish at\u00eb fundin e kuq dhe hajde k\u00ebtu ku t\u00eb them un\u00eb, se t\u00eb kemi organizuar nj\u00eb fest\u00eb p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen&#8230;<br \/>\nIshte nj\u00eb pallat af\u00ebr shkoll\u00ebs sime, nj\u00eb pallat ku e kisha par\u00eb at\u00eb t\u00eb hynte shpesh. M\u00eb kapi nj\u00eb ndjesi frike. Kaloi 1 or\u00eb dhe komshija m\u00eb mori s\u00ebrish n\u00eb telefon. Mami po shqet\u00ebsohej, megjithat\u00eb un\u00eb vendosa ta g\u00ebnjeja e i thash\u00eb se po shkoja te sht\u00ebpia e nj\u00eb shoqeje p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb disa detyra.<br \/>\n&#8211; Po edhe sot q\u00eb ke dit\u00eblindjen, moj bij\u00eb? &#8211; M\u00eb pyeti mami e shqet\u00ebsuar, por un\u00eb e kisha vendosur t\u00eb shkoja.<br \/>\nU ngjita n\u00eb katin e kat\u00ebrt t\u00eb pallatit, si\u00e7 ma kishte p\u00ebrshkruar komshija. Dera ishte gjys\u00ebm e hapur, ndaj u futa brenda. Edhe tani q\u00eb po shkruaj, m\u00eb dridhen duart, ndon\u00ebse kan\u00eb kaluar vite&#8230; Kur u futa, pash\u00eb q\u00eb sht\u00ebpia ishte bosh. Hyra n\u00eb nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb ku kishte vet\u00ebm shishe alkooli bosh dhe nj\u00eb dyshek t\u00eb madh n\u00eb mes. Sa pash\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, u ktheva t\u00eb ikja me vrap, por nj\u00eb dor\u00eb e fuqishme m\u00eb mb\u00ebrtheu nga mbrapa. Ishte ai, q\u00eb un\u00eb e quaja maniaku seksual, shoku i komshijes sime, me flok\u00eb t\u00eb gjata. Zemra sa s\u2019m\u00eb pushoi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast.<br \/>\n&#8211; Mos u tremb, qum\u00ebshtore! &#8211; m\u00eb tha. &#8211; K\u00ebshtu b\u00ebjn\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha n\u00eb fillim. Sa leht\u00eb erdhe tek un\u00eb!<br \/>\nMua nuk m\u00eb dilnin fjal\u00ebt nga goja. Doja t\u00eb b\u00ebrtisja me sa kisha fuqi, por dritarja dhe dera ishin t\u00eb mbyllura. Ai m\u00eb kapi me zor dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb puthte gjithandej. Ishte nj\u00eb makth i neveritsh\u00ebm, edhe pse un\u00eb puthjen e par\u00eb e kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar si gj\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Ai ma hoqi fundin me dhun\u00eb. Un\u00eb ndihesha vet\u00ebm, e pambrojtur, e tmerruar, vet\u00ebm dridhesha dhe qaja. Ai b\u00ebri seks me mua si nj\u00eb kafsh\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, pa pyetur p\u00ebr dhimbjen e tmerrshme q\u00eb po p\u00ebrjetoja, madje m\u00eb dukej sikur ajo e k\u00ebnaqte m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Pasi mbaroi pun\u00eb me mua, m\u00eb q\u00eblloi disa her\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha se po t\u00eb tregoja, do t\u00eb vriste prind\u00ebrit e mi.<br \/>\n&#8211; Do vish me mua, &#8211; tha. &#8211; \u00cbsht\u00eb koha q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebsh ca lek n\u00eb Itali, si shoqja jote.<br \/>\nUn\u00eb qaja dhe i lutesha t\u00eb shkoja e t\u00eb mos m\u00eb merrte me vete, por ai vazhdonte t\u00eb m\u00eb godiste. Mbaj mend vet\u00ebm se, kur u p\u00ebrmenda, isha n\u00eb fund t\u00eb shkall\u00ebve t\u00eb pallatit, e gjakosur dhe e sakatuar. Kjo ishte dhurata ime p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen e shtat\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb, p\u00ebr at\u00eb 5 dhjetor q\u00eb nuk do ta harroj kurr\u00eb. U \u00e7ova dhe shkova fillimisht te shoqja ime e ngusht\u00eb q\u00eb banonte aty af\u00ebr. Fatmir\u00ebsisht, prind\u00ebrit e saj nuk ndodheshin n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi; ishte me gjyshen dhe v\u00ebllain e saj t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. I tregova gjith\u00e7ka shoqes sime t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb dhe ajo m\u00eb tha q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja t\u00eb denoncoja n\u00eb polici, por \u00e7far\u00eb policie kishte n\u00eb ato vite? Policia kishte p\u00ebr vete frik\u00eb nga ato lloj p\u00ebrbind\u00ebshash apo ndoshta dhe ajo ishte e p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb n\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb tilla. Gjithashtu, kisha frik\u00eb se mos u ndodhte gj\u00eb prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. At\u00eb nat\u00eb q\u00ebndrova te shoqja ime, e cila mezi e bindi mamin n\u00eb telefon se donte q\u00eb un\u00eb ta festoja dit\u00eblindjen me t\u00eb; u lava e u qet\u00ebsova disi, por gjum\u00eb n\u00eb sy nuk vura aspak. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen u ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe mami vuri re se di\u00e7ka m\u00eb kishte ndodhur. E g\u00ebnjeva dhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb isha helmuar. P\u00ebr dy jav\u00eb nuk shkova n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. M\u00eb pas mora vesh q\u00eb maskaresha q\u00eb m\u00eb futi n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb histori, kishte p\u00ebrfunduar n\u00eb trotuaret e Italis\u00eb. Nga ajo dit\u00eb, un\u00eb nuk jam lidhur me mashkull tjet\u00ebr, edhe pse sot kan\u00eb kaluar plot 16 vjet. Ky ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb sekret q\u00eb do ta mbaj me vete atje ku do t\u00eb shkoj.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sot, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb jo shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, vendosa edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb tregoj historin\u00eb e fshehur t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. Dua t\u00eb mbetem anonime, ashtu si\u00e7 kam qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb di, nuk kam p\u00ebr t\u2019ia treguar askujt. Para disa vitesh kisha turp, nd\u00ebrsa tani kam frik\u00eb. 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