Jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb vij nga nj\u00eb familje me mend\u00ebsi t\u00eb forta patriarkale, ku p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn nuk kishte shum\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi shkollimi dhe edukimi, ky investim i takonte djalit, sepse vajza ishte p\u00ebr der\u00ebn e bot\u00ebs. Prind\u00ebrit e mi b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb pamundur\u00ebn t\u00eb shkollonin v\u00ebllain tim n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa me mua u mjaftuan duke m\u00eb hedhur nj\u00eb cop\u00eb buk\u00eb p\u00ebrpara e duke m\u00eb veshur dy rroba p\u00ebr trupin. Babai im ishte gjithmon\u00eb larg familjes, pasi punonte shofer dhe nuk e vriste shum\u00eb mendjen p\u00ebr mua, ndon\u00ebse interesohej shum\u00eb q\u00eb v\u00ebllai t\u00eb merrte shkoll\u00ebn n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa mamaja ime punonte n\u00eb Komitetin e Rrethit. Ajo e njihte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb jet\u00ebn e njer\u00ebzit, por ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb e ftoht\u00eb dhe e ashp\u00ebr me mua. Ajo nuk m\u00eb la t\u00eb ndiqja shkoll\u00ebn e mesme e m\u00eb mbylli n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi q\u00eb 14 vje\u00e7e, me mendimin se po t\u00eb vazhdoja shkoll\u00ebn, do t\u00eb turp\u00ebroja familjen. Kisha probleme q\u00eb n\u00eb vog\u00ebli me shikimin dhe prind\u00ebrit e mi nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebrguan kurr\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vizit\u00eb tek okulisti sepse nuk donin q\u00eb t\u00eb mbaja syze, me frik\u00ebn se do t\u2019u mbetesha n\u00eb der\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u201cT\u2019i mbash kur t\u00eb shkosh te burri\u201d, thoshte mamaja ime. P\u00ebr prind\u00ebrit e mi un\u00eb isha thjesht nj\u00eb qenie q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb m\u00eb ushqenin e t\u00eb prisnin rastin t\u00eb m\u00eb \u00e7onin te nj\u00eb burr\u00eb! Erdha me familjen n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb n\u00eb vitin \u201896. Un\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb isha 19 vje\u00e7e, por kisha vet\u00ebm arsim 8 vje\u00e7ar. N\u00ebna ngeli pa pun\u00eb dhe familja ime ishte n\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi ekonomike. N\u00ebna m\u00eb thoshte shpesh t\u00eb dilja t\u00eb nxirrja buk\u00ebn time, por un\u00eb e shkreta nuk dija \u00e7\u2019mund t\u00eb b\u00ebja; isha pa arsim, pa profesion dhe ku do t\u00eb punoja un\u00eb? V\u00ebllai m\u00eb tha se dinte q\u00eb k\u00ebrkohej recepsioniste n\u00eb Restorant \u201cPiazza\u201d. Kur un\u00eb i thash\u00eb se nuk shikoja mir\u00eb nga syt\u00eb, ai m\u00eb d\u00ebrgoi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vizit\u00eb tek okulisti dhe, kur vura syzet e para n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time, u mahnita nga rregullsia e bot\u00ebs p\u00ebrreth. E quajt\u00ebm rast t\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe shkuam t\u00eb dy te restoranti. Ata t\u00eb restorantit na prit\u00ebn shum\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe vendos\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb mbanin n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Un\u00eb fillova pun\u00ebn n\u00eb at\u00eb restorant me nj\u00eb staf shum\u00eb t\u00eb edukuar. N\u00eb recepsionin e k\u00ebtij restoranti vinin piktor\u00eb t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm q\u00eb ekspozonin punimet e tyre e klient\u00ebt e interesuar blinin \u00e7far\u00eb u p\u00eblqente. Nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, kamarieri m\u00eb solli nj\u00eb kapu\u00e7ino dhe m\u00eb tregoi se e kisha nga nj\u00eb zot\u00ebri q\u00eb ndodhej atje. Ngrita syt\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb rreth 50 vje\u00e7, me flok\u00eb gjys\u00ebm t\u00eb thinjur e pjes\u00ebrisht t\u00eb r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb pjes\u00ebt an\u00ebsore t\u00eb ballit, me trup t\u00eb madh e t\u00eb dhjamosur. Un\u00eb i thash\u00eb se nuk e njihja dhe ai m\u00eb tha se ishte piktori A. G. Teksa fillova t\u00eb pija kapu\u00e7inon e par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time, v\u00ebreja se burri rreth t\u00eb 50-ave nuk m\u2019i ndante syt\u00eb. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, si p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, ndodhi e nj\u00ebjta histori e nd\u00ebrsa pija kapu\u00e7inon, burri n\u00eb mosh\u00eb m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb dhe m\u2019u prezantua, m\u00eb tha se ishte nga Jugu i Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb, ishte piktor dhe se un\u00eb isha nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb simpatike! Un\u00eb nuk dija si t\u00eb sillesha, megjithat\u00eb e ftova t\u00eb rrinte n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb me mua, n\u00eb shenj\u00eb mir\u00ebnjohjeje. M\u00eb pyeti nga isha, p\u00ebr familjen, gj\u00ebrat e mia dhe m\u00eb tha se n\u00ebse kisha nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb ndihm\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, ai do t\u00eb m\u00eb vihej n\u00eb dispozicion. M\u2019u duk burr\u00eb me stil e mir\u00ebsjellje dhe ndjeva se m\u00eb kishte munguar komunikimi me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb. Isha mbyllur q\u00eb 14 vje\u00e7e n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Un\u00eb nuk i njihja dinak\u00ebrit\u00eb e q\u00ebllimet e meshkujve, aq m\u00eb pak t\u00eb nj\u00eb burri n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, i cili ishte pak m\u00eb i madh se babai im.
\nKafet me t\u00eb filluan t\u00eb b\u00ebheshin edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb shpeshta dhe piktori filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte komplimente e ftesa p\u00ebr t\u00eb dal\u00eb s\u00eb bashku. Un\u00eb hutohesha, por mendoja se piktori donte t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte t\u00eb ndjehesha e shoq\u00ebruar, t\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsonte e njihte me jet\u00ebn e Tiran\u00ebs. Teksa m\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb pasdite, filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte se m\u00eb d\u00ebshironte, se un\u00eb isha vajza q\u00eb e emocionoja shum\u00eb, e frym\u00ebzoja. N\u00eb nj\u00eb moment dob\u00ebsie, dola me t\u00eb… Pasditet e mia ishin t\u00eb varf\u00ebra, nuk kisha asnj\u00eb njohje, asnj\u00eb shoq\u00ebri, piktori ishte i pari dhe i vetmi q\u00eb po m\u00eb rrinte af\u00ebr e un\u00eb e shihja m\u00eb shum\u00eb si nj\u00eb figur\u00eb at\u00ebrore sesa si nj\u00eb mik, por ai filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb tregonte se martesa e tij kishte marr\u00eb fund dhe se ai q\u00ebndronte me gruan vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. Piktori po m\u00eb lutej q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha e dashura e tij, duke m\u00eb premtuar se do t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte princesh\u00eb. U tregova e dob\u00ebt dhe dola… P\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time iu drejtova nj\u00eb moteli dhe, tek ngjitja shkall\u00ebt me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb thyer n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, ndjeja syt\u00eb e njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb m\u00eb qortonin\u2026
\nKur u mbyll dera e dhom\u00ebs s\u00eb motelit, ai filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb prekte. Dridhesha tek m\u00eb zhvishte. Ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb trupin tim t\u00eb brisht\u00eb e prekte nj\u00eb mashkull. Qaja nga sikleti, nga dhimbja, nga m\u00ebkati q\u00eb po b\u00ebja (o Zot, sa neveri ndjej sot!). Kur shkova n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, isha e skuqur nga faqet, syt\u00eb m\u00eb lotonin, isha shum\u00eb e sikletosur, por mamaja ime s\u2019e vuri re fare. At\u00eb nat\u00eb vet\u00ebm kam qar\u00eb pa z\u00eb. Virgj\u00ebrin\u00eb ma kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb mbi 50 vje\u00e7, pak m\u00eb i madh se babai im! T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, A., si gjithmon\u00eb, m\u00eb priste te restoranti. E shikoja dhe ndjeja turp p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb kishte ndodhur. Dit\u00ebt kalonin dhe A. m\u00eb \u00e7onte rregullisht n\u00ebp\u00ebr motele. Mosha e tij e thyer, statusi i tij i martuar, nuk p\u00ebrb\u00ebnin m\u00eb nj\u00eb problem n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Hera-her\u00ebs, madje, mendoja se mund t\u00eb martohesha me t\u00eb. Me ndihm\u00ebn e tij u pun\u00ebsova n\u00eb nj\u00eb nd\u00ebrmarrje tjet\u00ebr private, me pag\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Atje kishte edhe restorant, kazino dhe e frekuentonin pjes\u00eb nga e gjith\u00eb shoq\u00ebria, politikan\u00eb, trafikant\u00eb, biznesmen\u00eb. A., n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, ishte drejtor politikash n\u00eb nj\u00eb ministri, ku ka punuar deri n\u00eb vitin 2008 dhe i shkonte fjala kudo, aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr q\u00eb ishte njeri me shum\u00eb para. Ai m\u00eb regjistroi n\u00eb fillim n\u00eb nj\u00eb kurs t\u00eb gjuh\u00ebs angleze, pastaj m\u00eb gjeti nj\u00eb d\u00ebftes\u00eb gjimnazi, pasi un\u00eb isha me 8-vje\u00e7are dhe m\u00eb pas, nj\u00eb diplom\u00eb t\u00eb Universitetit t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs. Megjith\u00ebse ai po m\u00eb ndihmonte q\u00eb t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb status n\u00eb shoq\u00ebri, nuk e duroja dot faktin se si vazhdoja t\u00eb isha e lidhur me nj\u00eb mashkull 30 vjet m\u00eb t\u00eb madh se un\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb zyr\u00eb un\u00eb kisha kompjuter e internet dhe nj\u00eb dit\u00eb hapa nj\u00eb adres\u00eb msn e fillova t\u00eb \u00e7atoja e t\u00eb njihja shum\u00eb djem. Pas shum\u00eb bisedash n\u00eb \u00e7at, pranova t\u00eb dilja me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb ri. Doja t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoja nga plaku piktor, pasi nuk po e suportoja dot m\u00eb neverin\u00eb q\u00eb ndjeja duke b\u00ebr\u00eb seks me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb moshuar e pervers. Pa e menduar dy her\u00eb, u hodha n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e djalit t\u00eb ri. Ai ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i kulturuar, elegant e i pash\u00ebm, por kur i tregova p\u00ebr historin\u00eb time me piktorin plak, ai nuk e pranoi dot dhe m\u00eb ktheu shpin\u00ebn. Familja ime nuk interesohej fare p\u00ebr mua, g\u00ebzoheshin me rrog\u00ebn q\u00eb dor\u00ebzoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe kurr\u00eb nuk donin t\u00eb kuptonin se sa po vuaja un\u00eb. Rinisa p\u00ebrs\u00ebri \u00e7atin me djem t\u00eb rinj, por ata nuk m\u00eb donin e respektonin, m\u00eb donin thjesht p\u00ebr seks e m\u00eb linin. Normal, un\u00eb b\u00ebja njohje nga interneti e t\u00eb gjith\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin vet\u00ebm seks, kurse un\u00eb mendoja se gjith\u00e7ka ishte normale. K\u00ebshtu, e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar, kthehesha gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb krah\u00ebt e \u201cbabi piktorit tim\u201d. Vetja m\u00eb dukej p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht e pashpres\u00eb. Me trishtim v\u00ebreja se numri i meshkujve n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time po rritej friksh\u00ebm dhe se asnj\u00ebri nuk m\u00eb donte seriozisht, por vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr seks. Duke u p\u00ebrplasur n\u00eb rrjedhat e lumit q\u00eb m\u00eb kish p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb, takova fare rast\u00ebsisht T.-n\u00eb, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i sjellsh\u00ebm, por i turpsh\u00ebm. T. m\u00eb ftonte p\u00ebr kafe dhe un\u00eb v\u00ebreja q\u00eb ishte djal\u00eb i kulturuar e i sjellsh\u00ebm. Ishte i vetmi mashkull q\u00eb nuk po k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb b\u00ebnte seks me mua dhe un\u00eb, n\u00eb fillim, mendoja se mos ishte gej ose impotent. T. m\u00eb ftonte n\u00eb shfaqje teatri, m\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr librat e un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb ndjehesha mir\u00eb me t\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, T. m\u00eb tha se kishte qen\u00eb i martuar dhe kishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. M\u00eb tha se un\u00eb i p\u00eblqeja shum\u00eb dhe se donte t\u00eb martoheshim bashk\u00eb. Sa u lumturova! Un\u00eb kisha 4 muaj q\u00eb dilja me T.-n\u00eb dhe nuk m\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb asnj\u00eb propozim seksual, por m\u00eb ftonte t\u00eb martohesha me t\u00eb. Kur ua u thash\u00eb familjar\u00ebve t\u00eb mi, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb m\u00eb shtyn\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb martohesha me t\u00eb. Un\u00eb, e mbushur plot shpres\u00eb, por shum\u00eb e brengosur p\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn time t\u00eb pis\u00ebt, fillova t\u00eb mendoja shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb, por gjithmon\u00eb ngurrova t\u2019i tregoj t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn time plot\u00eb m\u00ebkate, sepse T m\u00eb dukej shpresa ime e vetme. I trillova burrit tim nj\u00eb histori t\u00eb pafat me nj\u00eb komshiun tim dhe ai ndoshta m\u00eb ka besuar. U martuam me nxitim, mor\u00ebm nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me qira dhe filluam t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtonim familjen ton\u00eb t\u00eb re. Fal\u00eb Zotit, un\u00eb mbeta shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00eb muajt e par\u00eb t\u00eb jetes\u00ebs me T. dhe tani, djali i tij i madh ka nj\u00eb v\u00eblla t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, i cili \u00ebsht\u00eb djali yn\u00eb i mrekulluesh\u00ebm. Brenda meje jeton brenga e madhe q\u00eb nuk pata kurr\u00eb kurajon t\u2019i tregoja T.-s\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn. Fal\u00ebnderoj pafund Zotin q\u00eb u kujtua t\u00eb m\u00eb jepte fat, m\u00eb dha djalin tim t\u00eb mrekulluesh\u00ebm e bashk\u00ebshortin tim, m\u00eb t\u00eb mirin e t\u00eb gjith\u00eb meshkujve q\u00eb kam njohur. U lutem t\u00eb gjitha vajzave q\u00eb po e lexojn\u00eb historin\u00eb time, ta ruajn\u00eb veten, t\u00eb m\u00ebsojn\u00eb e t\u00eb punojn\u00eb dhe t\u00eb mos i fitojn\u00eb gj\u00ebrat n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr e t\u00eb pandershme, por mbi t\u00eb gjitha, t\u00eb mos bien pre e meshkujve qejflinj e pleqve pervers\u00eb. Faleminderit!<\/p>\n
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Jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb vij nga nj\u00eb familje me mend\u00ebsi t\u00eb forta patriarkale, ku p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn nuk kishte shum\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi shkollimi dhe edukimi, ky investim i takonte djalit, sepse vajza ishte p\u00ebr der\u00ebn e bot\u00ebs. Prind\u00ebrit e mi b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb pamundur\u00ebn t\u00eb shkollonin v\u00ebllain tim n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa me mua u mjaftuan duke m\u00eb hedhur […]<\/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-6559","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\/6559","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=6559"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6559\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6559"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6559"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6559"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}