Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb rreth t\u00eb 70-tave. Mora guximin t\u2019ju shkruaja p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb e meriton t\u2019i thur\u00ebsh lavde. Un\u00eb tani jam n\u00eb pension, por kam punuar n\u00eb arsim, disa vite m\u00ebsues e disa vite, drejtues. Gruaja ka nja dy vjet q\u00eb m\u00eb ka vdekur. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt jan\u00eb t\u00eb martuar e jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e tyre. Edhe pse nuk jam n\u00eb pun\u00eb, shkruaj akoma dhe nuk e kam l\u00ebn\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb pun\u00ebn. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 librave shkollor\u00eb, kam shkruar edhe libra artistik\u00eb. K\u00ebtu fillon edhe historia ime. P\u00ebr librin para k\u00ebtij t\u00eb fundit, si redaktore, m\u00eb rekomanduan nj\u00eb grua.
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e zonja! – m\u00eb tha nj\u00eb miku im, edhe ai shkrimtar, – P\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr edhe nuk do shum\u00eb lek\u00eb. Si duket, tani ia ka nisur e nuk i di mir\u00eb \u00e7mimet.
\n– Faleminderit, por ndoshta ngaq\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e re nuk di ndoshta shum\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb redaktoj\u00eb.
\n– E si nuk di? Provoje nj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\nI k\u00ebrkova numrin e telefonit dhe i lash\u00eb nj\u00eb vend takimi. Mendova se isha her\u00ebt, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb po p\u00ebrtoja t\u00eb rrija vet\u00ebm e po ecja ngadal\u00eb, kur syt\u00eb m\u00eb zun\u00eb te tavolina nj\u00eb grua shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb po rrinte vet\u00ebm. Kishte hapur laptopin dhe po priste. Mendova se nuk ishte ajo, por sapo i rash\u00eb edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb telefonit, e kuptova se ajo ishte, kur u p\u00ebrgjigj. Iu afrova tavolin\u00ebs dhe ajo, me shum\u00eb mir\u00ebsjellje, u ngrit e m\u00eb dha dor\u00ebn. Nuk e di pse m\u00eb ik\u00ebn fjal\u00ebt, por di vet\u00ebm q\u00eb i thash\u00eb:
\n– Keni koh\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb prisni? M\u00eb falni, por eca ngadal\u00eb…
\n– S\u2019ka gj\u00eb. Un\u00eb isha m\u00eb shpejt se sa duhej. \u2013 tha dhe m\u00eb ftoi t\u00eb ulesha duke larguar \u00e7ant\u00ebn e saj.
\nU ula, por nuk e di se \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb gjeti se nuk isha n\u00eb gjendje t\u00eb flisja. Pas pak, e mora veten.
\n– Vjen gjithmon\u00eb her\u00ebt n\u00eb takim? – Kjo fjali m\u00eb doli papritur dhe as vet\u00eb nuk e di pse ishte kjo pyetja e par\u00eb.
\n– M\u00eb ndodh shpesh, – buz\u00ebqeshi ajo. – Kam d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb jem korrekte.
\n– Shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb shum\u00eb e mir\u00eb, korrektesa \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb nga gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb un\u00eb vler\u00ebsoj m\u00eb shum\u00eb.
\nE k\u00ebshtu biseduam p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb na u duk e shkurt\u00ebr, por n\u00eb fakt, kur u ndam\u00eb, pash\u00eb se kishim kaluar m\u00eb shum\u00eb se dy or\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal dhe nuk e kishim ndjer\u00eb aspak. Ajo ishte nj\u00eb grua shum\u00eb e bukur e shum\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse. Sapo e pash\u00eb, e kuptova se ajo kishte di\u00e7ka t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. M\u00eb p\u00eblqeu biseda me t\u00eb dhe m\u00eb duket se fillova t\u00eb ndjeja di\u00e7ka. Ajo, sapo kishte kaluar t\u00eb tridhjetat, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb, t\u00eb shtat\u00ebdhjetat! Ishte goxha diferenc\u00eb, por po ta shihje me syt\u00eb e mi, p\u00ebrderisa un\u00eb nuk dukesha m\u00eb shum\u00eb se 55 vje\u00e7, ishim n\u00eb rregull. Mund t\u2019ju duket budallall\u00ebk, por un\u00eb rash\u00eb menj\u00ebher\u00eb brenda. Ia dhash\u00eb materialin dhe, si me porosi, m\u00eb mori shoku n\u00eb telefon p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb pyetur se si m\u00eb ishte dukur. P\u00ebr t\u00eb mos r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy, i thash\u00eb:
\n– Sikur s\u2019ma mbushi syrin! Ishte e re dhe ndoshta nuk do t\u00eb mund ta redaktoj\u00eb.
\n– E ke gabim, \u00ebsht\u00eb e aft\u00eb. L\u00ebre pastaj sa pak lek\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00eb.
\n– Epo, k\u00ebtu dyshoj. Po t\u00eb ishte e mir\u00eb, do t\u00eb merrte lek\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Nejse, un\u00eb ia dhash\u00eb materialin e t\u00eb shohim. M\u00eb \u00e7uditi se m\u00eb tha q\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb jav\u00eb do ta kisha gati redaktimin e par\u00eb.
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb pun\u00ebtore, pra! Ja, do ta shoh\u00ebsh e do t\u00eb m\u00eb thuash.
\nK\u00ebto fjal\u00eb un\u00eb po i thoja krejt kot, sepse q\u00eb n\u00eb momentin e par\u00eb q\u00eb e pash\u00eb, e besova se do t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e mir\u00eb dhe shum\u00eb pun\u00ebtore. E, mbi t\u00eb gjitha, shum\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse. Nejse, mezi po prisja dit\u00ebn q\u00eb kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr ta par\u00eb her\u00ebn e par\u00eb redaktimin. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb nuk durova dhe e mora n\u00eb telefon. Ajo u p\u00ebrgjigj menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Dukej se e kishte marr\u00eb shum\u00eb seriozisht pun\u00ebn.
\n– Urdh\u00ebroni! Si jeni?
\n– Mir\u00eb faleminderit, po ju? – thash\u00eb i z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb befasi nga pyetja e saj. I kisha r\u00ebn\u00eb telefonit e m\u00eb shum\u00eb mendoja t\u00eb mos p\u00ebrgjigjej, sepse nuk kisha ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i th\u00ebn\u00eb.
\n– Mir\u00eb. Akoma nuk e kam p\u00ebrfunduar materialin.
\n– Nuk t\u00eb mora p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, mos u shqet\u00ebso – i thash\u00eb. – Por, desha t\u00eb t\u00eb them se kam shkruar nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb do t\u2019ia shtoj.
\n– Dakord. Kur mund t\u00eb ma jap\u00ebsh? – ajo ishte e gatshme p\u00ebr pun\u00ebn n\u00eb \u00e7do moment.
\nU zura ngusht\u00eb. Nuk kisha shkruar asgj\u00eb e nuk e dija \u00e7\u2019t\u2019i thosha.
\n– S\u2019ka gj\u00eb… Vazhdo me at\u00eb q\u00eb ke n\u00eb dor\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ngat\u00ebrrohesh dhe m\u00eb pas merru me k\u00ebt\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn.
\n– Dakord! Mirupafshim!
\n– Mirupafshim! – i thash\u00eb dhe e mbylla telefonin e u l\u00ebshova mbi kolltuk i \u00e7liruar se si shp\u00ebtova pa e marr\u00eb vesh ajo q\u00eb i kisha telefonuar vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u2019i d\u00ebgjuar z\u00ebrin. Nuk e p\u00ebrs\u00ebrita m\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, por e kisha futur veten n\u00eb telashe e m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb ulesha e t\u00eb shkruaja di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr, ashtu si\u00e7 i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb asaj. Ishte mjaft e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, sepse un\u00eb e kisha p\u00ebrfunduar vepr\u00ebn, por ja q\u00eb m\u2019u desh ta b\u00ebja. Shkrova nj\u00eb dialog n\u00eb nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb ku nuk kishte aspak lidhje, por \u00e7\u2019t\u2019i b\u00ebja?!
\nKur erdhi dita q\u00eb do ta takoja, u mundova t\u00eb dukesha sa m\u00eb sportiv. U vesha bukur e mezi po prisja momentin q\u00eb do ta shihja. Shkova i pari e po prisja. Ajo erdhi dhe un\u00eb p\u00ebrnj\u00ebher\u00eb e kuptova se m\u00eb kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb shum\u00eb, po shum\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ndoshta ju mund t\u00eb habiteni, por edhe n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mosh\u00eb mund t\u00eb dashurosh, madje m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa kur je i ri. Pasi u p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndet\u00ebm, filluam nj\u00eb bised\u00eb t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb n\u00eb fillim p\u00ebr librin dhe m\u00eb pas e khyem n\u00eb bised\u00eb pak personale. Kjo ndodhi kur asaj i ra telefoni.
\n– Po, zem\u00ebr. B\u00ebhu gati se do t\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00eb mami tani. Edhe pak dhe mbarova.
\n– Keni f\u00ebmij\u00eb?
\n– Po. Kam nj\u00eb djal\u00eb.
\n– Po ju dukeni shum\u00eb e re! M\u00eb falni q\u00eb po jua them k\u00ebt\u00eb.
\n– S\u2019ka gj\u00eb! Jam martuar e re. Djali tashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb 15 vje\u00e7.
\n– T\u00eb t\u00eb rroj\u00eb! F\u00ebmij\u00ebt jan\u00eb dometh\u00ebnia e jet\u00ebs!
\n– Ashtu \u00ebsht\u00eb! Pa ta, jeta s\u2019ka kuptim.
\nBiseduam edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb e n\u00eb \u00e7do fjal\u00eb kuptoja se kjo ishte nj\u00eb dashuri nga ana ime. U fiksova keq pas saj. Shkova n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe pash\u00eb se ajo kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb mrekullueshme. Sapo e mbarova, s\u00eb pari e mora n\u00eb telefon dhe i thash\u00eb se isha gati p\u00ebr pages\u00ebn. Ajo u tregua si gjithmon\u00eb shum\u00eb korrekte. I dhash\u00eb lek\u00ebt dhe ajo mbeti e habitur.
\n– M\u00eb keni dh\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se \u00e7\u2019duhet. \u2013 tha dhe u mundua t\u00eb m\u2019i kthente disa.
\n– Jo, e ke gabim. Aq b\u00ebjn\u00eb. Madje ti ke b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrkryer. Duhet t\u00eb t\u00eb jepja m\u00eb shum\u00eb.
\n– Ju faleminderit!
\nE kujt i drejtohej me ju, mua q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb?!
\nE ja pra, k\u00ebshtu filloi vuajtja ime. Nuk dija si ta takoja m\u00eb, pas p\u00ebrfundimit t\u00eb librit. E ftova n\u00eb promovim dhe ajo erdhi bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb shoqin. Ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i ri, gati sa mosha e saj, mir\u00ebpo vura re, me syrin e shkrimtarit, se ai ishte shum\u00eb mosp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs ndaj saj. Ai, nj\u00eb e dy shikonte or\u00ebn e dukej se kishte ardhur me zor. M\u00eb erdhi keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. A meritonte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr e till\u00eb, t\u00eb mos i kushtoje v\u00ebmendje?! Kjo ishte nj\u00eb padrejt\u00ebsi e madhe, mir\u00ebpo un\u00eb s\u2019mund t\u00eb b\u00ebja asgj\u00eb. E vetmja m\u00ebnyr\u00eb p\u00ebr ta mbajtur af\u00ebr at\u00eb fem\u00ebr ishte t\u2019i gjeja pun\u00eb dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb b\u00ebra. U thash\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb atyre q\u00eb njihja se kisha gjetur nj\u00eb redaktore t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer.
\n– Me ngadal\u00eb – m\u00eb tha nj\u00ebri – Ke filluar nga prap\u00ebsit\u00eb m\u00eb duket…
\n– S\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb nga ato gra ajo! \u00cbsht\u00eb shum\u00eb pun\u00ebtore dhe e aft\u00eb.
\n– Mir\u00eb, po mos ke r\u00ebn\u00eb brenda me t\u00eb?
\n– Ajo mund t\u00eb ishte mbesa ime. \u00c7\u2019thua k\u00ebshtu? – i thash\u00eb shokut, por nga ana tjet\u00ebr po mendoja se sa mir\u00eb e kuptoi.
\nE k\u00ebshtu, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb form\u00eb, gjeta nj\u00eb pik\u00eb kontakti t\u00eb vazhduesh\u00ebm me k\u00ebt\u00eb grua fenomenale. E mbaja af\u00ebr dhe i gjeja pun\u00eb. U miq\u00ebsuam shum\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin. Mua, sa vinte e m\u00eb shtohej d\u00ebshira p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndenjur me t\u00eb, por nuk e dija reagimin e saj, po t\u2019ia thoja hapur se \u00e7\u2019ndjeja. Ishte puna e mosh\u00ebs, e diferenc\u00ebs shum\u00eb t\u00eb madhe… Un\u00eb e ndjeja se ajo kishte nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ngroht\u00ebsi, e cila i mungonte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, por kisha frik\u00eb ta hidhja k\u00ebt\u00eb hap. Mendoja se m\u00eb pas ajo nuk do t\u00eb donte t\u00eb takohej m\u00eb me mua, mir\u00ebpo ne burrat e kemi t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb durojm\u00eb para nj\u00eb femre. K\u00ebshtu, n\u00eb promovimin e librit t\u00eb nj\u00eb shoku, un\u00eb e ftova t\u00eb shkonim bashk\u00eb. Pas promovimit, kishte nj\u00eb party. Kishte muzik\u00eb dhe, gjat\u00eb k\u00ebrcimit, un\u00eb gjoja si pa dashje i p\u00ebshp\u00ebrita n\u00eb vesh: \u201cTi m\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u201d. P\u00ebr \u00e7udin\u00eb time, ajo nuk u largua, por u afrua m\u00eb tep\u00ebr nga un\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb n\u00eb fakt nuk e prisja, por tashm\u00eb miq\u00ebsia kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb vet\u00ebn. Pasi mbaroi mbr\u00ebmja, e ftova t\u00eb pinim nj\u00eb kafe. Gjat\u00eb bised\u00ebs, i thash\u00eb:
\n– M\u00eb fal p\u00ebr at\u00eb… gjat\u00eb k\u00ebrcimit. Nuk doja, m\u00eb doli natyrsh\u00ebm…
\n– Je i falur! – tha ajo dhe buz\u00ebqeshi.
\nPo nuk e kuptova se \u00e7\u2019do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim m\u00eb tej. Ajo n\u00eb fakt me mua ndjehej shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. E provokova edhe nja dy her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera, por ajo nuk reagoi keq, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb un\u00eb e mbaj shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb me t\u00eb dhe nuk e di se si do p\u00ebrfundoj\u00eb. Di vet\u00ebm t\u00eb them se ajo m\u00eb ka rinuar dhe m\u00eb ka mbushur me shpresa. Kam nj\u00eb motiv p\u00ebr t\u2019u zgjuar n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes…
\nN\u00eb fakt, k\u00ebt\u00eb histori e shkrova p\u00ebr shum\u00eb arsye. P\u00ebr t\u2019u th\u00ebn\u00eb moshatar\u00ebve t\u00eb mi se jeta vazhdon derisa t\u00eb marr\u00ebsh frym\u00eb, por arsyeja kryesore q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri ta shkrauj \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u2019u them t\u00eb gjith\u00eb atyre q\u00eb i kan\u00eb grat\u00eb e mira e nuk din\u00eb t\u2019i mbajn\u00eb: Mbajini mir\u00eb grat\u00eb, respektojini ato, duajini fort, d\u00ebgjojini kur kan\u00eb nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ju, sepse n\u00ebse nuk e b\u00ebni, mos u \u00e7udisni q\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb 70-vje\u00e7ar mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb konkurent i juaji!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb rreth t\u00eb 70-tave. Mora guximin t\u2019ju shkruaja p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb e meriton t\u2019i thur\u00ebsh lavde. Un\u00eb tani jam n\u00eb pension, por kam punuar n\u00eb arsim, disa vite m\u00ebsues e disa vite, drejtues. Gruaja ka nja dy vjet q\u00eb m\u00eb ka vdekur. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt jan\u00eb t\u00eb martuar e […]<\/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-6761","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\/6761","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=6761"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6761\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6761"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6761"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6761"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}