Kam koh\u00eb q\u00eb dua t\u2019ju shkruaj, por gjithnj\u00eb jam p\u00ebrpjekur t\u00eb mendoj me qet\u00ebsi dhe q\u00eb problemet e hallet e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb t\u00eb mos i nxjerr n\u00eb shesh. I p\u00ebrkas atij brezi t\u00eb edukuar q\u00eb t\u00eb mos flasim p\u00ebr familjar\u00ebt, edhe pse na e sjellin shpirtin n\u00eb buz\u00eb, t\u00eb mos kund\u00ebrshtojm\u00eb burrat, edhe pse ushtrojn\u00eb dhun\u00eb t\u00eb gjithanshme. Tashm\u00eb, kupa e durimit dhe e hidh\u00ebrimit tim jan\u00eb mbushur. Rinia ime e hershme filloi dhe mbaroi me nj\u00eb shikim q\u00eb i hodha djalit i cili do t\u00eb b\u00ebhej bashk\u00ebshorti im p\u00ebr 15 vjet. Bashk\u00ebshortin ma prezantoi djali i xhaxhat, i cili e kishte patur shok ushtrie.<\/p>\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb, – m\u00eb tha ai, – \u00ebsht\u00eb familjar, shikon pun\u00ebn e tij, \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe shum\u00eb pun\u00ebtor. Pastaj, ti n\u00eb fshat je e ku t\u00eb gjesh nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb jeton pak af\u00ebr qytetit! Ndoshta t\u00eb jepet ndonj\u00eb mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb punosh n\u00eb ferm\u00eb e t\u00eb kesh di\u00e7ka m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ne q\u00eb shohim ve\u00e7 male.<\/p>\n
Pasi e pash\u00eb nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e xhaxhit, p\u00ebr dy muaj u b\u00eb fejesa dhe ne mund t\u00eb shikoheshim e flisnim (m\u00eb sakt\u00eb, shk\u00ebmbenim p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetjet n\u00eb syt\u00eb e familjes sime) sa her\u00eb q\u00eb ai vinte tek un\u00eb. Por, ajo ishte koha at\u00ebher\u00eb, ashtu ishte modeli; shyqyr q\u00eb e nxora vajz\u00ebn nga dera! Babai im kishte edhe dy vajza t\u00eb tjera m\u00eb t\u00eb vogla se un\u00eb dhe u g\u00ebzua p\u00ebr shkuesin\u00eb q\u00eb po b\u00ebnte kush\u00ebriri. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, familja e burrit tim ishte familje e mir\u00eb dhe ishin rehat.<\/p>\n
Pas nj\u00eb viti fejes\u00eb, ne u martuam. Te sht\u00ebpia e burrit ishin familje djemsh. Ata ishin 5 v\u00ebllez\u00ebr dhe burri im ishte djali i madh. Si fillim, p\u00ebrve\u00e7se isha shum\u00eb e turpshme, edhe prind\u00ebrit m\u00eb kishin th\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb punoja e t\u00eb mbyllja goj\u00ebn, t\u00eb pastroja e t\u00eb nderoja familjen prej nga vija. Im shoq sillej mir\u00eb me mua. Edhe kunet\u00ebrit ishin djem t\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe m\u00eb respektonin. Pasi mbeta shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb, t\u00eb kat\u00ebr kunet\u00ebrit e mi mundoheshin t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonin me gjith\u00eb llojet e pun\u00ebve q\u00eb mund t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, ata ishin djem t\u00eb pamartuar dhe nuk ua dinin pun\u00ebve e llafeve, si\u00e7 mund t\u2019i dij\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb i flet nusja gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn n\u00eb vesh.<\/p>\n
Sapo erdhi demokracia, tre djemt\u00eb e m\u00ebdhenj, ik\u00ebn n\u00eb Greqi. Ndihmes\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb e mir\u00eb ishte jo vet\u00ebm af\u00ebrsia e zon\u00ebs son\u00eb me kufirin grek, por edhe se dajat e burrit flisnin pak greqisht. N\u00eb fillim, ishin shum\u00eb armiq\u00ebsor\u00eb p\u00ebr faktin q\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kalonin n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u201cvend kapitalist\u201d, por shum\u00eb shpejt e kuptuan q\u00eb ishte m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb punonin sesa t\u00eb merreshin me politik\u00eb. N\u00eb Greqi, burri im bashk\u00eb me v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit u regulluan shum\u00eb shpejt dhe n\u00eb fillim mor\u00ebn edhe disa kush\u00ebrinj e m\u00eb pas burri im vendosi t\u00eb m\u00eb marr\u00eb edhe mua me vete. Rruga do t\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb e lodhme, nat\u00ebn n\u00ebp\u00ebr pyll. Megjith\u00ebse ishim me kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e burrit, ishte shum\u00eb e frikshme. N\u00eb Greqi, ku u vendos\u00ebm, im shoq m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb punoja si pastruese n\u00eb pes\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e kush\u00ebrinjve t\u00eb tij. Ata do t\u00eb m\u00eb paguanin, kuptohet, me nj\u00eb rrog\u00eb minimale dhe ne do t\u00eb kishim mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb mendonim p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt sepse puna do t\u00eb ishte pa orar dhe mund ta merrja f\u00ebmij\u00ebn me vete. Sigurisht q\u00eb isha dakord, e para sepse nuk dija t\u00eb b\u00ebja pun\u00eb tjet\u00ebr dhe e dyta, sepse fjala e burrit nuk b\u00ebhej dysh. Dhe k\u00ebshtu, pastroja e gatuaja p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e burrit dhe ata m\u00eb paguanin. Puna ishte e lodhshme, sepse ishin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb burra e t\u00eb gjith\u00eb lodheshin e nuk pyesin se mund t\u00eb lodhesha un\u00eb me rr\u00ebmuj\u00ebn q\u00eb shkaktonin. Pastaj, sht\u00ebpit\u00eb q\u00eb kishin marr\u00eb me qira ishin si haure e stane dhe nuk ngjanin me sht\u00ebpit\u00eb q\u00eb kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. Megjith\u00ebse lodhesha, me burrin ia kalonim mir\u00eb dhe un\u00eb mbeta prap\u00eb shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Zoti na bekoi me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Ishte me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb bebe e bukur, me syt\u00eb e kalt\u00ebr si vjehrra ime. Un\u00eb kujdesesha p\u00ebr vajzat q\u00eb t\u00eb rriteshin dhe pastroja e gatuaja edhe p\u00ebr ushtrin\u00eb e kush\u00ebrinjve.<\/p>\n
Pas dy vitesh, linda edhe nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe me tre f\u00ebmij\u00eb, pun\u00ebt po v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsoheshin. Pas dy vitesh t\u00eb tjera, linda edhe vajz\u00ebn e tret\u00eb e me kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nuk ia dilja m\u00eb q\u00eb edhe t\u00eb punoja. K\u00ebshtu, im shoq, meqen\u00ebse nuk m\u00eb mbante dot n\u00eb Greqi me kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, mendoi se do t\u00eb harxhonim m\u00eb pak n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri e pastaj do m\u00eb ndihmonte pak edhe vjehrra, ndaj un\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt u ktheva dhe burri vazhdoi t\u00eb jetonte e punonte n\u00eb Greqi. N\u00eb fillim, vinte shpesh. Mua m\u00eb vinte keq se lodhej e vinte m\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb malit, nat\u00eb apo dit\u00eb dhe n\u00eb ato dy dit\u00eb q\u00eb rrinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, s\u2019dinte k\u00eb t\u00eb mbante m\u00eb shum\u00eb, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, prind\u00ebrit apo mua. Por, t\u00eb par\u00ebt tan\u00eb nuk kan\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb kot \u201clarg syve, larg zemr\u00ebs\u201d. K\u00ebshtu, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt rriteshin n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri me nj\u00eb baba q\u00eb vinte e i shikonte gjithmon\u00eb e m\u00eb rrall\u00eb, me mua q\u00eb lodhesha deri n\u00eb palc\u00eb, me gjysh\u00ebr t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb pak nga mosha e pak nga vuajtja gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn. Pas disa vitesh, vjehrri m\u00eb par\u00eb e pastaj edhe vjehrra, nd\u00ebrruan jet\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi e madhe q\u00eb kishim nd\u00ebrtuar me burrin, kujdeseshim me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt ta mbanim, q\u00eb kur t\u00eb vinte babai, t\u00eb ishte sa m\u00eb e k\u00ebndshme. Pas vdekjes s\u00eb prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb tij, burri im nisi t\u00eb vinte gjithmon\u00eb e m\u00eb rrall\u00eb. Tashm\u00eb, jo vet\u00ebm po vinte rrall\u00eb, por edhe kur vinte, na ul\u00ebrinte e na vinte shamat\u00ebn edhe p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra t\u00eb kota.<\/p>\n
Gjithmon\u00eb mendoja se e kishte nga lodhja, nga jeta vet\u00ebm, pa familje q\u00eb t\u00eb kujdesej p\u00ebr t\u00eb pas pune, por un\u00eb kisha qen\u00eb budallaqja. Nj\u00eb ver\u00eb, ai erdhi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi i krekosur e i lar\u00eb. Zakonisht, vinte me thes me rroba p\u00ebr t\u00eb lar\u00eb e hekurosur, po k\u00ebt\u00eb radh\u00eb ishte krejt ndyshe. N\u00eb momentin e par\u00eb mendova se ndoshta ndonj\u00ebri nga kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb gruan andej me vete dhe e paguanin si mua n\u00eb fillim, por sapo ra mbr\u00ebmja, ai filloi t\u2019u b\u00ebrtiste f\u00ebmij\u00ebve kot na s\u00eb koti dhe un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb dyshoja. Nd\u00ebrsa dyshimi m\u00eb rritej thell\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr, mendja m\u00eb thoshte se burri im ishte i pjekur dhe, 45 vje\u00e7, njeriu nuk rr\u00ebshqet nga binar\u00ebt. Por ja q\u00eb ndodhka! Pas sherrit q\u00eb b\u00ebri me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, ai ia nisi me mua.<\/p>\n
– \u00c7\u2019m\u00eb shikon si shtrig\u00eb, apo t\u00eb mban mendja se do m\u00eb mbash t\u00eb lidhur me budall\u00ebqet e tua.<\/p>\n
– Si t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj lidhur, – i thash\u00eb, – e \u00e7\u2019lidhje ka shtriga k\u00ebtu?<\/p>\n
– Ja q\u00eb ju grat\u00eb sapo e shihni q\u00eb u plak\u00ebt, filloni e shkoni n\u00ebp\u00ebr ato fallxhoret e filxhaneshat tuaja, q\u00eb burri t\u00eb mos marr\u00eb nj\u00eb nuse tjet\u00ebr, – tha ai.<\/p>\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb dometh\u00ebn\u00eb kjo? Nuk je f\u00ebmij\u00eb, mendohu para se t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh! – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– E kam menduar, – m\u00eb tha. \u2013 Gre\u00e7ka sigurisht q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu plak\u00eb, si ti. Ajo di t\u00eb lahet, t\u00eb lyhet e t\u00eb ma b\u00ebj\u00eb qejfin. Jo si ti, vet\u00ebm t\u00eb punosh arat di e t\u00eb m\u00eb thuash q\u00eb po mban sht\u00ebpin\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Mua m\u2019u shemb toka n\u00ebn k\u00ebmb\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Cila gre\u00e7k\u00eb po thua, i ke mendt\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb, apo jo? \u2013 i thash\u00eb, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb dora zuri t\u00eb m\u00eb dridhej.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb moment, edhe djali q\u00eb po e d\u00ebgjonte, u ngrit n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb doli p\u00ebrpara si mburoj\u00eb se e pa q\u00eb i ati u b\u00eb gati t\u00eb m\u00eb q\u00ebllonte dhe i tregoi grushtat, por nuk ishte e th\u00ebn\u00eb, burri q\u00eblloi djalin t\u00eb parin me shpulla e pastaj m\u2019u sul mua. N\u00eb momentin e par\u00eb, u p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb mos b\u00ebrtisja, q\u00eb t\u00eb mos na d\u00ebgjonin fqinj\u00ebt, por vajzat d\u00ebgjuan rr\u00ebmuj\u00ebn dhe vrapuan p\u00ebr n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb. Sigurisht, u p\u00ebrfshin\u00eb edhe ato n\u00eb p\u00ebrleshje me t\u00eb atin. At\u00eb nat\u00eb nuk e mora vesh se kush u rrah m\u00eb shum\u00eb, burri im apo un\u00eb dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Vajz\u00ebs s\u00eb vog\u00ebl i rridhte hunda gjak nga ndonj\u00eb goditje, djalit iu nxin\u00eb brinj\u00ebt. Mua m\u00eb ishin nxir\u00eb t\u00eb dyja k\u00ebmb\u00ebt se ai arriti t\u00eb m\u00eb binte me nja dy shkelma t\u00eb fort\u00eb. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gjendje, arrita t\u00eb mbledh f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e t\u00eb mbyllem n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit me ta.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, ai filloi t\u00eb b\u00ebrtiste nga korridori q\u00eb do shkonte n\u00eb gjykat\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb m\u00eb sillte mandatin e divorcit. K\u00ebshtu b\u00ebri, shkoi n\u00eb qytet, b\u00ebri k\u00ebrkes\u00ebn p\u00ebr divorc dhe pas nj\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb muajsh, ne ishim t\u00eb ndar\u00eb. N\u00eb gjyq k\u00ebrkova edhe ndarjen e pasuris\u00eb sepse kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb kockat n\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, por gjyqi e ndau sht\u00ebpin\u00eb p\u00ebr faqe t\u00eb zez\u00eb. Mua dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebve na dha kuzhin\u00ebn dhe nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb gjumi, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, pa banj\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa atij korridorin, aneksin dhe dy dhoma, bashk\u00eb me banj\u00ebn. Sigurisht, i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb gjykat\u00ebsit, por e gjith\u00eb kjo nuk do t\u00eb ishte asgj\u00eb para asaj q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte pas tre vitesh divorc.<\/p>\n
Isha m\u00ebsuar tashm\u00eb q\u00eb ai nuk vinte, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt ishin rritur, vajza e madhe po mbaronte shkoll\u00ebn e mesme, djalit dhe vajz\u00ebs tjet\u00ebr u duheshin edhe ca vite. V\u00ebllai im kishte nj\u00eb shok q\u00eb punon n\u00eb bashkin\u00eb e qytetit e ai nd\u00ebrhyri te kryetari i komun\u00ebs dhe m\u00eb mor\u00ebn n\u00eb pun\u00eb si pastruese. Ajo rrog\u00eb m\u00eb dha dor\u00eb sepse i mbyllja ca halle. Jo se isha rehat, por isha mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, ish-burri erdhi me \u201cgre\u00e7k\u00ebn\u201d e tij p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. Kishte edhe dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb me at\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn. Ajo na ishte nj\u00eb bjonde q\u00eb lodhte edhe pasqyr\u00ebn teksa lyhej e pispillosej gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn. Sigurisht, e pam\u00ebsuar me pun\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb e sigurisht, jo me kushtet e Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb, filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb binte mua n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. Pak m\u00eb kishte nxir\u00eb jet\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte prishur kuror\u00ebn, por tashm\u00eb me ato dy fjal\u00eb q\u00eb kish m\u00ebsuar shqip, filloi t\u00eb ngacmonte f\u00ebmij\u00ebt dhe mua. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb iu p\u00ebrvesha n\u00eb greqisht dhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mbyllte goj\u00ebn se ndryshe do ta zija me dru. Ajo, k\u00ebt\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte, shkoi e b\u00ebri denoncim n\u00eb polici se e kisha k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuar. Policia sigurisht m\u00eb nxori mua fajtore, se me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb e kisha k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuar. Tashm\u00eb, \u00e7do gj\u00eb mu nxi. M\u00eb dukej se edhe pem\u00ebt q\u00eb kisha mbjell\u00eb p\u00ebr fruta n\u00eb oborrin e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, ishin me nerva. Gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn, ajo fliste matan\u00eb gardhit e m\u00eb t\u00ebrbonte. E kishte vendosur t\u00eb m\u00eb \u00e7onte n\u00eb burg. I tregova v\u00ebllait tim se \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb b\u00ebnte gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn ajo dhe ish-burri, pasi kthehej nga puna. Im v\u00eblla, meqen\u00ebse nuk m\u00eb ndihmonte dot ndryshe, n\u00eb vend t\u00eb gardhit q\u00eb na ndante oborrin, erdhi e m\u00eb nd\u00ebrtoi nj\u00eb mur dy metra t\u00eb lart\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb mos kishte mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb m\u00eb fliste drejtp\u00ebrdrejt, por kjo sh\u00ebrbeu si zjarri p\u00ebr dinamitin.<\/p>\n
Fjal\u00ebt nuk ishin m\u00eb asgj\u00eb. Ajo m\u00eb hidhte mbeturina e sende t\u00eb ndryshme sapo d\u00ebgjonte q\u00eb ne dilnim n\u00eb oborr. E pash\u00eb se q\u00ebllimi i saj ishte t\u00eb na godiste. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, vajza e vog\u00ebl, nd\u00ebrsa nisej p\u00ebr n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, h\u00ebngri nj\u00eb cop\u00eb ashkle t\u00eb madhe fytyr\u00ebs. Shp\u00ebtoi mir\u00eb pa i nxjerr\u00eb syt\u00eb. Shkuam n\u00eb polici, por nuk mor\u00ebm as zgjidhje e as p\u00ebrgjigje. \u201cS\u2019kemi \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb, zgjidhini vet\u00eb problemet familjare\u201d, na than\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Hidh gur\u00eb e drur\u00eb ajo n\u00eb oborrin ton\u00eb e hidh fjal\u00eb e vrer ish-burri. M\u00eb pren\u00eb uj\u00ebt e \u00e7ezm\u00ebs, m\u00eb vidhnin korrentin. Kur e kuptova, e nd\u00ebrrova linj\u00ebn t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebn q\u00eb nga shtylla. N\u00eb ver\u00eb, kur dritaret rrin\u00eb t\u00eb hapura, m\u00eb hodhi brenda nj\u00eb dru t\u00eb ndezur, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb digjej sht\u00ebpia. Fal\u00eb Zotit, kisha harruar pun\u00ebdoren n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, q\u00eb u ktheva dhe fika zjarrin e sapov\u00ebn\u00eb, por edhe me k\u00ebt\u00eb, policia nuk u bind.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa djali dhe vajza e vog\u00ebl ktheheshin nga sht\u00ebpia, gre\u00e7ka kishte dal\u00eb n\u00eb port\u00eb dhe i shante q\u00eb t\u00eb dy. Ata, t\u00eb m\u00ebsuar me provokimet e saj, nuk i kishin folur, por i ati i f\u00ebmij\u00ebve u ishte hak\u00ebrryer e ishte turrur t\u2019i binte \u00e7up\u00ebs. Sigurisht q\u00eb djali ishte hedhur t\u00eb mbronte t\u00eb motr\u00ebn, ishte p\u00ebrzier edhe gre\u00e7ka e nj\u00eb l\u00ebmsh i madh, turpi i fshatit! Babai q\u00eb del e rreh f\u00ebmij\u00ebt n\u00eb mes t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs!<\/p>\n
Fatmir\u00ebsisht, gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb e kishin par\u00eb edhe disa bashk\u00ebfshatar\u00eb q\u00eb u treguan t\u00eb gatsh\u00ebm t\u00eb na dilnin d\u00ebshmitar\u00eb n\u00eb polici q\u00eb ish-burri ishte sulur i pari t\u00eb rrihte vajz\u00ebn. Policia e nxori greken q\u00eb t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, nd\u00ebrsa ish-burrin tim e mbajti vet\u00ebm dy jav\u00eb. N\u00eb k\u00ebto dy jav\u00eb, ai jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb nuk i kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb gishtin kok\u00ebs se \u00e7\u2019kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb, por ishte t\u00ebrbuar edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Dy dit\u00eb pasi u kthye nga burgu, filloi t\u00eb k\u00ebrcas\u00eb. Nj\u00eb her\u00eb u zu me bjondin\u00ebn e tij n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ul\u00ebrit\u00ebn f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, ul\u00ebriti gruaja e tij e na tmerruan, por fundja, aq koh\u00eb sa kisha f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi mir\u00eb, s\u2019po merakosesha. Nuk do t\u00eb zgjaste shum\u00eb dhe ai, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa dilte nga porta e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, m\u2019u l\u00ebshua mua. M\u00eb gjuajti disa her\u00eb, aq sa nuk m\u00eb la asnj\u00eb sekond\u00eb koh\u00eb jo q\u00eb t\u2019ia ktheja gjuajtjen, por as t\u00eb mbrohesha. Nga goditjet e tij t\u00eb furishme me theu tri brinj\u00eb dhe parakrahun e majt\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrsa djali doli me vrap p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb mbrojtur, se ne ia kishim frik\u00ebn, ai e goditi n\u00eb kok\u00eb me grushta. Me siguri, ndonj\u00ebra nga goditjet do t\u00eb ket\u00eb qen\u00eb me unaz\u00eb n\u00eb sy sepse djalit i filloi gjaku e s\u2019e merrnim vesh nga vetulla apo syri. Mes gjith\u00eb atyre ul\u00ebrimave, komshiu arriti t\u00eb na nxjerr\u00eb nga duart e tij dhe t\u00eb d\u00ebrgonim djalin n\u00eb spital, por ishte e kot\u00eb. Djalit i ishte d\u00ebmtuar syri. Mjek\u00ebt e qytetit i b\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsues e na than\u00eb t\u00eb niseshim urgjent p\u00ebr Tiran\u00eb. U nis\u00ebm ashtu pa para, pa nj\u00eb njeri t\u00eb shkath\u00ebt q\u00eb t\u00eb na ndihmonte, megjith\u00ebse mjeku q\u00eb ishte me ne n\u00eb ambulanc\u00eb u p\u00ebrpoq me t\u00eb gjitha mund\u00ebsit\u00eb e tij. Arrita t\u00eb lajm\u00ebroja v\u00ebllain tim t\u00eb vinte e t\u00eb m\u00eb gjente n\u00eb spital. Kur arrit\u00ebm n\u00eb spital n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, djalin e fut\u00ebn menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb opracion, por syri i kishte shkuar.<\/p>\n
M\u00eb mbeti djali qysh 17 vje\u00e7 me nj\u00ebrin sy, vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr nj\u00eb bjonde greke… vet\u00ebm n\u00ebnat mund t\u00eb m\u00eb kuptojn\u00eb p\u00ebr fatkeq\u00ebsin\u00eb time. Sot, nuk m\u00eb duhet fare n\u00ebse ish-burri im \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb burg apo jasht\u00eb, djalit tim nuk i vjen m\u00eb drita e syrit q\u00eb ia mori i ati…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kam koh\u00eb q\u00eb dua t\u2019ju shkruaj, por gjithnj\u00eb jam p\u00ebrpjekur t\u00eb mendoj me qet\u00ebsi dhe q\u00eb problemet e hallet e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb t\u00eb mos i nxjerr n\u00eb shesh. I p\u00ebrkas atij brezi t\u00eb edukuar q\u00eb t\u00eb mos flasim p\u00ebr familjar\u00ebt, edhe pse na e sjellin shpirtin n\u00eb buz\u00eb, t\u00eb mos kund\u00ebrshtojm\u00eb burrat, edhe pse ushtrojn\u00eb dhun\u00eb […]<\/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-7260","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\/7260","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=7260"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7260\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}