Shpeshher\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin shprehjen \u201cm\u00eb mir\u00eb nj\u00eb mik sesa nj\u00eb thesar\u201d, por p\u00ebr mua miq\u00ebsia nuk ka asnj\u00eb vler\u00eb. N\u00eb biseda mes miqsh, d\u00ebgjoj se shoq\u00ebria n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e komunizmi ishte m\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb dhe jo n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb interesit, por nga eksperienca kam v\u00ebrtetuar se n\u00eb asnj\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk ka shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb; shoq\u00ebria nd\u00ebrtohet n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb interesit dhe gjithmon\u00eb e till\u00eb ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb. Njer\u00ebzit naiv\u00eb si puna ime, jan\u00eb djegur nga shoq\u00ebria e tep\u00ebrt. Q\u00ebkur isha vajz\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, un\u00eb zura nj\u00eb shoqe q\u00eb e kisha edhe komshije nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. Ajo m\u00eb donte dhe un\u00eb e doja shum\u00eb. Ishim n\u00eb nj\u00eb klas\u00eb dhe bashk\u00eb shkonim e bashk\u00eb ktheheshim nga shkolla. Edhe detyrat i b\u00ebnim bashk\u00eb dhe asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kisha v\u00ebrejtur q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb kishte shenja xhelozie ndaj meje. E donim dhe e respektonim nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebn, pasi edhe prind\u00ebrit t\u00eb till\u00eb kultur\u00eb na kishin ushqyer. Shkoll\u00ebn e mesme e mbaruam n\u00eb vitin \u201983. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb ne jetonim n\u00eb fshat, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ishim t\u00eb detyruara t\u00eb punonim n\u00eb kooperativ\u00eb dhe nuk u ndam\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb deri n\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb kur mes nesh hyri nj\u00eb djal\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb at\u00eb periudh\u00eb n\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb erdhi nj\u00eb piktor. Me sa duket, ai m\u00eb kishte pikasur mua nd\u00ebr vajzat e tjera, po un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nuk e dija. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, n\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb, kujt vinte nga qyteti, i vardiseshin t\u00eb gjitha vajzat dhe mundoheshin kush e kush ta b\u00ebnte p\u00ebr vete. Piktori do rrinte n\u00eb hotelin e fshatit ton\u00eb gati dy jav\u00eb sepse do t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb pavarur p\u00ebr kooperativ\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, teksa po shkonim p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me shoqen time, un\u00eb kisha marr\u00eb nj\u00eb krah me bar p\u00ebr ta \u00e7uar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe ai m\u00eb ndaloi n\u00eb rrug\u00eb e m\u00eb tha:
\n– Prit t\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj…
\n– T\u00eb lutem, ma hap rrug\u00ebn se do b\u00ebj skandal – i thash\u00eb un\u00eb, me shprehjet q\u00eb p\u00ebrdornim at\u00ebhere kur na afrohej nj\u00eb mashkull.
\nAi qeshi dhe m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb takoheshim prap\u00eb. E kuptova q\u00eb ai nuk ishte nga fshati yn\u00eb, po nuk e dija se ai ishte pik\u00ebrisht piktori p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin shoqet e pun\u00ebs flisnin me shum\u00eb dashuri. Gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, pash\u00eb se Af\u00ebrdita, shoqja ime, dukej e m\u00ebrzitur dhe shum\u00eb e heshtur. E pyeta se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte dhe m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj se ai ishte piktori q\u00eb kishte ardhur n\u00eb fshat. Nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e bukur m\u00eb p\u00ebrshkoi trupin dhe at\u00eb dit\u00eb nuk m\u00eb zuri gjumi fare. Mendoja: \u201cSi ka mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb ai preferoi t\u00eb m\u00eb ndaloj\u00eb mua, kur t\u00eb gjitha vajzat vdesin p\u00ebr t\u2019i folur atij?\u201d. At\u00ebhere isha e re dhe shum\u00eb e bukur, me flok\u00ebt e gjata t\u00eb zeza, syt\u00eb e zinj dhe buz\u00ebt t\u00eb trasha e me form\u00eb, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk m\u00eb binte n\u00eb mendje t\u00eb vishesha e t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha e bukur p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb pun\u00ebn e kooperativ\u00ebs. Nejse, me k\u00ebt\u00eb dua t\u00eb them se dalloja shum\u00eb nga vajzat e tjera dhe ndoshta kjo ishte arsyeja pse piktori filloi t\u00eb kishte simpati p\u00ebr mua. Lefteri (k\u00ebshtu e quanin) kishte tentuar edhe dy her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb ndalonte, por un\u00eb nuk kisha pranuar sepse n\u00eb fshat njer\u00ebzit t\u2019i hapnin fjal\u00ebt kot e jo m\u00eb plot! N\u00eb momentet q\u00eb ai m\u00eb ndalonte, m\u00eb shum\u00eb fliste Af\u00ebrdita sesa un\u00eb. Ajo donte t\u00eb dukej para tij, ose t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypje m\u00eb kish l\u00ebn\u00eb mua. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, kisha kuptuar se ajo kishte filluar t\u00eb ftohej me mua, fliste m\u00eb pak, vishej m\u00eb bukur, sikur nuk po shkonte n\u00eb pun\u00eb kooperative. Lefteri m\u00eb kish d\u00ebrguar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr me nj\u00eb shoqen tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb e kisha n\u00eb pun\u00eb aty dhe m\u00eb shkruante: \u201cT\u00eb pres n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjen e vall\u00ebzimit, sot n\u00eb dark\u00eb\u201d. E lexova letr\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb kap\u00ebn disa t\u00eb dridhura. Nuk dija si t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Prind\u00ebrit nuk m\u00eb linin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjet q\u00eb organizonte fshati, pasi ishin shum\u00eb fanatik\u00eb. Af\u00ebrdita m\u00eb tha se do shkonte n\u00eb at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, nd\u00ebrsa dit\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb tha se piktori na kish k\u00ebrcyer me gjith\u00eb vajzat e fshatit, por kjo nuk ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb se un\u00eb pyeta shoqet e pun\u00ebs dhe ato m\u00eb than\u00eb q\u00eb ai nuk ishte ngritur asnj\u00ebher\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebrcyer. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, po p\u00ebrcillja maman\u00eb time n\u00eb autobus dhe p\u00ebrball\u00eb pash\u00eb Lefterin, i cili nuk m\u2019i ndante syt\u00eb p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast. Edhe ai, me sa kuptova, nisej p\u00ebr n\u00eb qytet. M\u00eb von\u00eb, mami m\u00eb tregoi se ai i kish l\u00ebshuar vendin nga dritarja, pasi at\u00eb e zinte autobusi. Lefteri kishte k\u00ebrkuar shum\u00eb mund\u00ebsi p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb takuar, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk ia arriti q\u00ebllimit, derisa ai kishte kapur xhaxhan\u00eb tim dhe i kishte treguar p\u00ebr ndjenjat e tij ndaj meje. Xhaxhi foli me tim at\u00eb dhe ai u interesua p\u00ebr Lefterin. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb i kishin folur fjal\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb mira, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ai pranoi t\u00eb fejoheshim. Lefteri m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi pa m\u00eb takuar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Edhe pse ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb e takova, m\u00eb dukej sikur e kisha njohur prej vitesh, fillova ta doja shum\u00eb. Ai ishte me shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb dhe dinte si t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte p\u00ebr vete, ndon\u00ebse un\u00eb isha shum\u00eb e ndrojtur para tij. Rrobat q\u00eb ai m\u00eb solli n\u00eb fejes\u00eb, nuk krahasoheshin me ato t\u00eb shoqeve t\u00eb mia. Ai kishte rrog\u00ebn dhe, plus k\u00ebsaj, dinte t\u00eb zgjidhte, se kishte shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb q\u00eb i ruante \u00e7do gj\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Me t\u00eb, jeta ime ndryshoi shum\u00eb. Lefteri m\u00eb nxori nj\u00eb raport mjek\u00ebsor dhe un\u00eb nuk shkoja m\u00eb n\u00eb kooperativ\u00eb. Shoqet e pun\u00ebs u \u00e7mend\u00ebn fare kur mor\u00ebn vesh se un\u00eb isha fejuar me djalin q\u00eb ato e mbanin si idhull, por m\u00eb shum\u00eb u \u00e7mend shoqja ime e ngusht\u00eb, Af\u00ebrdita. Ajo vinte tek un\u00eb sa p\u00ebr sy e faqe; e kuptoja se nuk m\u00eb duronte dot. M\u00eb von\u00eb, Lefteri m\u00eb tregoi se n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e hotelit ku ai jetonte n\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb, i kishin futur nj\u00eb let\u00ebr ku shkruhej: \u201cE fejuara jote ka d\u00ebshtuar nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb\u201d. Ai e kishte grisur k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr dhe nuk m\u00eb tha asgj\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, sepse ai kishte besim tek un\u00eb. Kur u martuam, ne shkuam me pushime n\u00eb malin e Dajtit dhe n\u00eb dit\u00ebn e pest\u00eb t\u00eb q\u00ebndrimit atje, na erdhi nj\u00eb let\u00ebr ku thuhej: \u201cE pata un\u00eb. Tani mbaje ti\u201d. E pash\u00eb q\u00eb ai u prish n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb dhe m\u00eb pyeti se kush nga t\u00eb njohurit e mi e dinte q\u00eb ne ishim n\u00eb at\u00eb hotel. I thash\u00eb se e dinin vet\u00ebm prind\u00ebrit e mi, por ia mora letr\u00ebn nga dora dhe kur e lexova, menj\u00ebher\u00eb e kuptova se ai ishte shkrimi i Af\u00ebrdit\u00ebs, ndon\u00ebse ajo ishte p\u00ebrpjekur ta ndryshonte. Lefteri m\u00eb tha se ishte i nj\u00ebjti shkrim q\u00eb i kishte d\u00ebrguar let\u00ebr edhe n\u00eb hotelin e fshatit tim… Sa shum\u00eb u zhg\u00ebnjeva! Nuk e besoja q\u00eb shoqja ime m\u00eb e ngusht\u00eb, ajo t\u00eb cil\u00ebn un\u00eb e konsideroja si mot\u00ebr, po m\u00eb b\u00ebnte gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tilla. Ajo kishte pyetur prind\u00ebrit e mi se n\u00eb cilin hotel kishim shkuar dhe na kishte d\u00ebrguar at\u00eb let\u00ebr. Q\u00eb prej asaj dite, un\u00eb nuk i fola m\u00eb asaj. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kisha kuptuar se ajo e kishte shpirtin kaq t\u00eb zi, por kur n\u00eb mes hyn nj\u00eb mashkull, v\u00ebrtet femra u tjet\u00ebrsuaka, ndon\u00ebse un\u00eb nuk do t\u2019ia kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb kurr\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb shoqes sime.
\nLetrat e saj nuk ndikuan fare n\u00eb lidhjen time me Lefterin, pasi ai e dinte se si isha un\u00eb dhe fjal\u00ebt e saj ishin pa vler\u00eb. Ne sot kemi dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa Af\u00ebrdita, ashtu si ka shpirtin, ashtu ka mbetur. Zilia ia kishte verbuar syt\u00eb dhe nuk dinte \u00e7far\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte nga jeta, ndaj pretendimet e saj p\u00ebr t\u2019u martuar n\u00eb qytet e kan\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite pa martuar…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Shpeshher\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin shprehjen \u201cm\u00eb mir\u00eb nj\u00eb mik sesa nj\u00eb thesar\u201d, por p\u00ebr mua miq\u00ebsia nuk ka asnj\u00eb vler\u00eb. N\u00eb biseda mes miqsh, d\u00ebgjoj se shoq\u00ebria n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e komunizmi ishte m\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb dhe jo n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb interesit, por nga eksperienca kam v\u00ebrtetuar se n\u00eb asnj\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk ka shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb; shoq\u00ebria nd\u00ebrtohet […]<\/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":[254],"class_list":["post-6481","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6481","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=6481"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6481\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6481"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6481"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6481"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}