P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Ema dhe jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb Jug t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Historia ime ka t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb me intrigat e njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin p\u00ebr interesat e tyre dhe t\u00eb shkat\u00ebrrojn\u00eb jet\u00ebn, sidomos kur t\u00eb gjejn\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm. Pa u zgjatur, po filloj t\u2019ju tregoj n\u00eb detaj historin\u00eb time.
\nN\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb jan\u00eb disa lokale, por nj\u00ebri dallon midis t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve sepse aty b\u00ebhen shum\u00eb dasma dhe g\u00ebzime t\u00eb tjera. Shkolla jon\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal organizonte mbr\u00ebmje dhe festa t\u00eb ndryshme. Pronarja e lokalit \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb grua rreth t\u00eb gjasht\u00ebdhjetave. Normale, ka edhe burrin, po ai nuk nd\u00ebrhyn n\u00eb pun\u00ebt e saj. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb e njohin k\u00ebt\u00eb fem\u00ebr si nj\u00eb njeri me moral t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, q\u00eb me b\u00ebmat e saj ka arritur t\u00eb mbaj\u00eb gjall\u00eb lokalin dhe pun\u00ebn. Zona jon\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vend turistik dhe vijn\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb huaj, por ajo gjithmon\u00eb ka egon q\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kalimtar\u00ebt t\u00eb shkojn\u00eb tek ajo. P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, p\u00ebrdor dhe pamjen e saj, duke dalluar nga femrat e tjera q\u00eb jan\u00eb n\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb. Me veshjen e saj ekstravagante k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb p\u00ebr vete sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb klient\u00eb dhe n\u00eb fakt, e ka arritur.
\nUn\u00eb shkoja shpeshher\u00eb n\u00eb lokalin e saj me shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb time t\u00eb gjimnazit dhe ajo, m\u00eb trajtonte shum\u00eb ndryshe nga shoq\u00ebria ime, madje ata b\u00ebheshin edhe xheloz\u00eb duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ajo me mua. Jo p\u00ebr t\u2019i b\u00ebr\u00eb qejfin vetes sime, por un\u00eb dalloja nga vajzat e klas\u00ebs, pasi jam 1,73 e gjat\u00eb dhe kam nj\u00eb trup shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, flok\u00ebt i kam t\u00eb zinj dhe syt\u00eb, po ashtu. Gjithmon\u00eb kam hasur n\u00eb ngacmimet e djemve, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kisha patur mendjen se mund t\u00eb merrja nj\u00eb djal\u00eb nga fshati. Po, nuk thon\u00eb kot, ajo q\u00eb nuk do, ajo t\u00eb bie p\u00ebr pjes\u00eb. Pa e zgjatur, po ju tregoj se si filloi historia ime. Kishim prenotuar lokalin me shok\u00ebt e klas\u00ebs p\u00ebr fest\u00ebn e Vitit t\u00eb Ri dhe, kuptohet, un\u00eb isha zbukuruar si p\u00ebr fest\u00eb. Sa hapa der\u00ebn e lokalit, pash\u00eb pronaren q\u00eb m\u00eb priti duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar dhe uruar p\u00ebr Vitin e Ri. Nd\u00ebr t\u00eb tjera, ajo m\u00eb tha:
\n– Dukesh si princesh\u00eb, por mos harro se un\u00eb ta kam gjetur princin!
\nPa e hapur un\u00eb goj\u00ebn, ajo thirri nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb e quanin Juli. Ai erdhi me vrap drejt meje dhe ajo na prezantoi: – Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb Juli, djali im, kurse kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb Ema vajza m\u00eb e bukur e gjimnazit dhe e fshatit ton\u00eb.
\nNe i dham\u00eb dor\u00ebn nj\u00ebri-tjetrit dhe, duke u par\u00eb n\u00eb sy, shum\u00eb mendime m\u00eb kaluan n\u00eb mendje, megjithat\u00eb e mblodha veten dhe i thash\u00eb: \u201cK\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi q\u00eb t\u00eb njoha\u201d. Menj\u00ebher\u00eb shkova dhe u ula te shoq\u00ebria ime. Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjes ai nuk po m\u2019i hiqte syt\u00eb p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast, derisa erdhi nj\u00eb moment kur un\u00eb isha vet\u00ebm, pasi shoq\u00ebria ime po k\u00ebrcente dhe ai erdhi e u ul pran\u00eb meje.
\n– Je vajza m\u00eb e bukur e k\u00ebsaj mbr\u00ebmjeje, k\u00ebt\u00eb ta them me nj\u00eb \u00e7ilt\u00ebrsi f\u00ebmije… – m\u00eb tha.
\nNuk e di, po u ndjeva si n\u00eb gjemba. Komplimentet e djemve i merrja gjithmon\u00eb si di\u00e7ka kalimtare, pasi isha m\u00ebsuar me to, mir\u00ebpo k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb ishte ndryshe, ndoshta ngaq\u00eb me Julin komunikoja p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00ebn her\u00eb. N\u00eb at\u00eb pak koh\u00eb q\u00eb ndenj\u00ebm aty, ai m\u00eb tregoi se punonte n\u00eb Itali dhe kishte ardhur koha t\u00eb kthehej n\u00eb vendin e tij e t\u00eb krijonte nj\u00eb familje. M\u00eb dukej se t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto ai m\u2019i tregonte q\u00eb un\u00eb ta kuptoja se ai k\u00ebrkonte di\u00e7ka serioze p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn. I thash\u00eb se un\u00eb nuk e kisha par\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb fshat dhe ai m\u00eb tha se prej tete viteve jetonte n\u00eb Itali. Nga kjo q\u00eb m\u00eb tha, kuptova se ishte n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, por n\u00eb paraqitje nuk e tregonte. Ai dallonte nga djemt\u00eb e tjer\u00eb n\u00eb fshat. Ndoshta ngaq\u00eb kishte jetuar jasht\u00eb vendit, kishte nj\u00eb stil shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur veshjeje, q\u00eb \u00e7do fem\u00ebr do ta kishte zili, aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr q\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb simpatik. Pronarja, ose m\u00eb mir\u00eb, n\u00ebna e Julit, nuk pranoi t\u00eb m\u2019i mbante lek\u00ebt at\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa Juli tha: \u201cQuaje si dhurat\u00ebn ton\u00eb p\u00ebr Vitin e Ri\u201d. Kur u ndava me Julin, ai m\u00eb zgjati dor\u00ebn dhe ndjeva se n\u00ebn dor\u00eb m\u00eb vendosi nj\u00eb cop\u00eb let\u00ebr t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. P\u00ebr momentin nuk e dhash\u00eb veten, por me t\u00eb mb\u00ebrritur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, e hapa dhe e lexova se n\u00eb t\u00eb ishte shkruar numri i tij dhe: \u201cT\u00eb lutem, m\u00eb telefono\u201d.
\nKishte kaluar ora nj\u00eb e vitit t\u00eb ri dhe un\u00eb, pa u menduar m\u00eb gjat\u00eb, i shkrova: \u201cG\u00ebzuar Vitin e Ri!\u201d. Nuk kaloi as sekondi dhe ai m\u00eb telefonoi. Nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Ishte nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb e zjarrt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur me t\u00eb, ndaj ia hapa telefonin dhe d\u00ebgjova z\u00ebrin e tij: \u201cEma, faleminderit q\u00eb m\u00eb urove, ishte urimi m\u00eb i bukur i k\u00ebtij viti!\u201d.
\nKur d\u00ebgjova z\u00ebrin e tij n\u00eb telefon m\u00eb lindi nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e bukur, q\u00eb nuk e shpjegoj dot. Pastaj ai m\u00eb ftoi n\u00eb lokalin e tij p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe me maman\u00eb e tij. E kuptova se kjo ishte nj\u00eb loj\u00eb e tij q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb ftonte p\u00ebr kafe, por nuk e mendova gjat\u00eb dhe mbas mbarimit t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs, u ktheva n\u00eb lokal. Aty, si gjithmon\u00eb, m\u00eb priti krah\u00ebhapur e \u00ebma e Julit dhe diku n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb lokalit, rrinte edhe Juli duke m\u00eb pritur. I zgjata dor\u00ebn dhe ai m\u00eb afroi pas vetes e m\u00eb puthi. U ul\u00ebm n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb t\u00eb tre dhe pa e hapur goj\u00ebn fare Juli, ia filloi e \u00ebma:
\n– D\u00ebgjo, moj vajz\u00eb e mbar\u00eb! K\u00ebtij djalit tim i ka r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb p\u00ebr ty dhe do t\u00eb fejohet. Ti mendohu dhe na jep nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje se ne vijm\u00eb dhe t\u00eb k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb tek yt at\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb u b\u00ebra flak\u00eb e kuqe, Juli e kuptoi dhe m\u00eb tha se mami b\u00ebnte shaka. Ajo u largua dhe ne vazhduam bised\u00ebn.
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ajo q\u00eb tha mami, q\u00eb dje kur t\u00eb pash\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb hiqesh nga mendja… – m\u00eb tha.
\n– A e kuptoni se \u00e7far\u00eb po m\u00eb b\u00ebni? – iu p\u00ebrgjigja. – Po ta marrin vesh prind\u00ebrit e mi, do t\u00eb b\u00ebhet nami, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn sa t\u00eb mbaroj shkoll\u00ebn…
\nDhe, k\u00ebshtu b\u00ebm\u00eb. Un\u00eb dhe Juli ndenj\u00ebm t\u00eb lidhur derisa un\u00eb mbarova shkoll\u00ebn, takoheshim fshehtas dhe flisnim gjithmon\u00eb n\u00eb telefon, por historia jon\u00eb nuk mundi t\u2019u shp\u00ebtonte llafeve t\u00eb fshatit, derisa e mor\u00ebn vesh prind\u00ebrit dhe nuk pranuan q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb fejohesha me t\u00eb. Ata kishin t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Familja e tij nuk ishte familje dinjitoze p\u00ebr ne, por dashuria nuk pyet p\u00ebr k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra. Un\u00eb isha e vendosur dhe u thash\u00eb prind\u00ebrve:
\n– Ose do t\u00eb marr at\u00eb, ose nuk do t\u00eb martohem asnj\u00ebher\u00eb!
\nAta s\u2019kishin \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebnin dhe pranuan, b\u00ebm\u00eb edhe dasm\u00ebn dhe, pa kaluar as nj\u00eb jav\u00eb, vjehrra m\u00eb nxori t\u00eb punoja n\u00eb lokal si kameriere. Rrobat e mia ishin t\u00eb pafundme, por jo t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatshme p\u00ebr fshatin ton\u00eb. Ngrihesha q\u00eb n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit dhe punoja deri n\u00eb dark\u00eb n\u00eb lokal. Habitesha se si m\u00eb linte Juli t\u00eb vishesha n\u00eb at\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ekspozohesha para t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve. Shpeshher\u00eb zihesha me vjehrr\u00ebn, madje ia kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb edhe n\u00eb sy se un\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha si ajo, por ajo ma ktheu:
\n– L\u00ebre nderin m\u00ebnjan\u00eb… Leku \u00ebsht\u00eb pushteti n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e sotme!
\nShum\u00eb her\u00eb isha p\u00ebrballur me ngacmimet e njer\u00ebzve, djemve t\u00eb rinj, por edhe atyre m\u00eb t\u00eb moshuar, por kulmin arriti kur nj\u00eb biznesmen zgjati dor\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb preku nga k\u00ebmb\u00ebt. Aty nuk m\u2019u durua dhe e q\u00ebllova me gjith\u00eb fuqin\u00eb time, kurse tabakan\u00eb e mora dhe ia p\u00ebrplasa vjehrr\u00ebs te k\u00ebmb\u00ebt:
\n– Un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb nuk e b\u00ebj m\u00eb! – thash\u00eb.
\nAt\u00eb dit\u00eb u b\u00eb nj\u00eb skandal i v\u00ebrtet n\u00eb lokalin ton\u00eb, ajo sken\u00eb u mor vesh n\u00eb gjith\u00eb fshatin, madje u ra n\u00eb vesh edhe prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. Me plot goj\u00ebn mund t\u00eb them se atyre u shkat\u00ebrrova jet\u00ebn, me gjith\u00eb ato llafe q\u00eb d\u00ebgjonin p\u00ebr mua posht\u00eb e p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb. Un\u00eb, nuk kishte dit\u00eb t\u00eb mos qaja p\u00ebr fatin tim t\u00eb zi, Juli m\u00eb dukej shum\u00eb i pafuqish\u00ebm p\u00ebrball\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebs. Pas incidentit q\u00eb ndodhi, i k\u00ebrkova tim shoqi q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonim n\u00eb Itali, po ai nuk pranonte. \u201cNuk ka pun\u00eb\u201d, m\u00eb thosh.
\nNga stresi q\u00eb po kaloja isha dob\u00ebsuar fare, derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb erdhi im at\u00eb dhe bisedoi me prind\u00ebrit e Julit, duke u th\u00ebn\u00eb: \u201cOse mbajeni vajz\u00ebn ashtu si duhet, ose do ta marr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe nuk do t\u00eb ket\u00eb m\u00eb pun\u00eb me ju\u201d. Si duket, fjal\u00ebt e babait e b\u00ebn\u00eb Julin t\u00eb reflektonte, madje nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e d\u00ebgjova duke u z\u00ebn\u00eb me t\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebn. Juli i thosh se nuk donte q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb punoja m\u00eb n\u00eb ata lokal ku vinin lloj-lloj njer\u00ebzish, por ajo ia ktheu:
\n– D\u00ebgjo k\u00ebtu, ti, djal\u00eb i mbar\u00eb! Pakti yn\u00eb ishte q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb vinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb punuar dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb na shtuar klientel\u00ebn e jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur nderin e familjes!
\nNga fjal\u00ebt e saj, sa nuk m\u2019u p\u00ebrmbys bota, shkova n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time dhe fillova t\u00eb qaja me t\u00eb madhe. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb ua tregova njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb familjes time. Im at\u00eb, me t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, m\u00eb tha:
\n– \u00c7\u2019na b\u00ebre, moj \u00e7up\u00eb? Nuk na d\u00ebgjove kur t\u00eb fol\u00ebm… Ja, p\u00ebr k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra nuk donim ne q\u00eb ti t\u00eb shkoje atje.
\nMbas asaj bisede, im at\u00eb nuk m\u00eb la m\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb familjen e Julit. Edhe pse Juli erdhi dhe u betua para prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi se ai m\u00eb donte dhe nuk do t\u00eb lejonte q\u00eb e \u00ebma t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrdorte p\u00ebr interesat e saj, im at\u00eb nuk m\u00eb la t\u00eb kthehesha te bashk\u00ebshorti. Kam dy vjet q\u00eb jetoj te prind\u00ebrit, nd\u00ebrsa Juli ka shkuar n\u00eb Itali. M\u00eb mban gjall\u00eb vet\u00ebm shpresa se ai nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb kthehet dhe do t\u00eb m\u00eb marr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar q\u00eb t\u00eb dy larg familjes s\u00eb tij, q\u00eb na shkat\u00ebrroi jet\u00ebn…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Ema dhe jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb Jug t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Historia ime ka t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb me intrigat e njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorin p\u00ebr interesat e tyre dhe t\u00eb shkat\u00ebrrojn\u00eb jet\u00ebn, sidomos kur t\u00eb gjejn\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm. Pa u zgjatur, po filloj t\u2019ju tregoj n\u00eb detaj historin\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":5298,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[254],"class_list":["post-7288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7288","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=7288"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7288\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}