Enoja ishte i dashuri im i par\u00eb, i pari q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201ct\u00eb dua\u201d, i pari q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte puthur dhe i pari me t\u00eb cilin un\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri. Ishim lidhur q\u00eb prej tre vjet\u00ebsh, kur ai m\u00eb rr\u00ebfeu q\u00eb ndihej konfuz, q\u00eb kishte nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb pauz\u00eb n\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnien ton\u00eb. Donim q\u00eb ne t\u00eb kalonim ca koh\u00eb larg nj\u00ebri-tjetrit…<\/p>\n
– Un\u00eb t\u00eb dua, por jemi lidhur shum\u00eb shpejt bashk\u00eb, me nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb\u2026 Nuk po t\u00eb them q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb ndahemi, jo! – shtoi ai duke m\u00eb hedhur nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim fals – por duhet t\u00eb lidhemi edhe me persona t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, para se t\u00eb vendosim se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb me jet\u00ebt tona.<\/p>\n
– Po un\u00eb nuk dua t\u00eb lidhem me ask\u00ebnd tjet\u00ebr! – kund\u00ebrshtova. – \u00c7\u2019m\u00eb interesojn\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt kur un\u00eb t\u00eb dua vet\u00ebm ty?! Un\u00eb jam m\u00eb se e sigurt\u00eb p\u00ebr ndjenjat e mia. Megjithat\u00eb, mos u shqet\u00ebso, nuk kam asnj\u00eb q\u00ebllim t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj. N\u00ebse do t\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebsh, b\u00ebje, por t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn pranoje. – i thash\u00eb duke u ngritur e nevrikosur nga tavolina. Nuk doja q\u00eb ai t\u2019i shikonte lot\u00ebt e mi.<\/p>\n
Gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb mbeti nga kjo lidhje ishte vet\u00ebm ora, q\u00eb ma kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb dhurat\u00eb ai dhe zemra e thyer. Ai mendonte se ishte tep\u00ebr i ri p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb zgjedhjen m\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme, p\u00ebr t\u00eb zgjedhur njeriun me t\u00eb cilin do t\u00eb kalonte pjes\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb jet\u00ebs. Dit\u00ebt q\u00eb kaluan, ishin nj\u00eb tmerr i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Isha e detyruar ta shikoja Enon n\u00eb klas\u00eb \u00e7do dit\u00eb dhe t\u00eb b\u00ebja sikur nuk kishte ndodhur asgj\u00eb, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ai shoq\u00ebrohej me shum\u00eb vajza t\u00eb tjera. Meq\u00eb kishim zgjedhur rrug\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, kisha vendosur t\u00eb hiqja dor\u00eb nga lidhja jon\u00eb. Edhe kur ai p\u00ebrpiqej t\u00eb m\u00eb fliste, un\u00eb nuk i flisja m\u00eb. Ajo q\u00eb b\u00ebri, m\u00eb preku shum\u00eb edhe p\u00ebr faktin se nuk e prisja nga njeriu q\u00eb e doja. Ndryshimet e ndodhura n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time po pasqyroheshin n\u00eb rezultatet e mia n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Profesor\u00ebt, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt m\u00eb par\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie shum\u00eb t\u00eb hapur, papritur m\u00eb kthyen krah\u00ebt, duke m\u00eb akuzuar p\u00ebr neglizhenc\u00eb dhe duke u ankuar vazhdimisht te prind\u00ebrit e mi. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nj\u00ebrit. Profesori i fizik\u00ebs, Sokoli, n\u00eb vend q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebnte si t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, m\u00eb mori ve\u00e7mas dhe, me takt, m\u00eb pyeti se \u00e7far\u00eb po m\u00eb ndodhte. Pas or\u00ebs s\u00eb tij t\u00eb m\u00ebsimit, m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja n\u00eb klas\u00eb. Ishim vet\u00ebm dhe ai m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb shikoja detyr\u00ebn e kontrollit t\u00eb fizik\u00ebs, e cila, si\u00e7 e kisha parashikuar edhe vet\u00eb, ishte nj\u00eb katastrof\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– M\u00eb vjen keq t\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00eb nj\u00eb not\u00eb t\u00eb keqe, Nisa… – m\u00eb tha. – Je vajz\u00eb inteligjente dhe e vullnetshme, por kam p\u00ebrshtypjen se rezultatet e k\u00ebqija n\u00eb periudh\u00ebn e fundit, varet nga di\u00e7ka e r\u00ebnd\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb ndodhur. N\u00ebse do t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh, un\u00eb jam k\u00ebtu…<\/p>\n
E pash\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb burr\u00eb xhentil, i gatsh\u00ebm t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte. N\u00eb at\u00eb moment, pash\u00eb tek ai nj\u00eb mik, mbase i vetmi q\u00eb mund t\u00eb m\u00eb kuptonte.<\/p>\n
– Jam e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar… – I rr\u00ebfeva. – Asgj\u00eb nuk ka m\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi kur nuk ke pran\u00eb nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb t\u00eb do.<\/p>\n
Profesori, pas asaj q\u00eb thash\u00eb, m\u00eb vuri dor\u00ebn n\u00eb shpatull: – E kuptoj at\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb thuash. E di, ti dhe Eno nuk jeni m\u00eb bashk\u00eb.<\/p>\n
E pash\u00eb e habitur sepse nuk e dija q\u00eb p\u00ebr lidhjen ton\u00eb (dhe fundin e saj) ishin n\u00eb dijeni edhe m\u00ebsuesit. M\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshi, duke e kuptuar at\u00eb q\u00eb po mendoja.<\/p>\n
– O Zot, isha 14 vje\u00e7e kur kam njohur Enon dhe q\u00eb nga ai moment, nuk ka pasur vend p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Si t\u2019ia b\u00ebj p\u00ebr t\u00eb rifilluar? \u2013 i thash\u00eb dhe ai buz\u00ebqeshi…<\/p>\n
Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, profesori u b\u00eb si pa e kuptuar, pjes\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime. K\u00ebshtu nisi historia jon\u00eb. P\u00ebr disa muaj, dol\u00ebm bashk\u00eb gati \u00e7do pasdite, duke u takuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb bar mbushur me njer\u00ebz, p\u00ebrball\u00eb nj\u00eb filxhani me kakao. Takimet tona ishin t\u00eb pafajshme; asnj\u00ebri nga ne nuk e kishte menduar deri ku do t\u00eb shkonte historia jon\u00eb dhe \u00e7far\u00eb drejtimi do t\u00eb merrte ajo. N\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnien ton\u00eb, gjith\u00e7ka dukej perfekte, deri n\u00eb dit\u00ebn kur Koli m\u00eb shoq\u00ebroi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me makin\u00eb. Ishte shkurt dhe kishte dy dit\u00eb q\u00eb binte shum\u00eb d\u00ebbor\u00eb, e cila kishte mbuluar qytetin, duke i dhuruar nj\u00eb atmosfer\u00eb p\u00ebrrallore. Koli m\u00eb tha se nuk mund t\u00eb m\u00eb linte t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me autobus dhe un\u00eb u futa n\u00eb fuoristrad\u00ebn e tij. D\u00ebbora, duke r\u00ebn\u00eb pa pushim, e b\u00ebnte thuajse ireale bot\u00ebn jasht\u00eb nesh. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment, Koli e ngadal\u00ebsoi makin\u00ebn dhe fiku motorrin.<\/p>\n
– Pse ndalove? – e pyeta.<\/p>\n
Ai u kthye ngadal\u00eb nga un\u00eb dhe nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb shihte pa folur, me syt\u00eb e tij blu.<\/p>\n
– Nuk e di as un\u00eb… Mbase d\u00ebshiroj vet\u00ebm q\u00eb ky moment t\u00eb zgjas\u00eb sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb e mundur!<\/p>\n
T\u00eb dy ndiheshim ndryshe… Dukej sikur asgj\u00eb nuk do ta prishte magjin\u00eb e atij momenti. Papritur, nuk ishim m\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb i pjekur dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb apo profesori dhe studentja e tij n\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi, por vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb burr\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb grua.<\/p>\n
– Dua t\u00eb t\u00eb puth… – tha Koli, sikur t\u00eb kishte lexuar mendimet e mia.<\/p>\n
– Mos m\u00eb puth, sepse do t\u00eb ishte\u2026 – Fillova t\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtoja, por fjala \u201c\u00e7menduri\u201d lindi dhe vdiq n\u00eb buz\u00ebt e tij, q\u00eb m\u2019u duk sikur i njihja p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht. Nuk do ta m\u00ebsoj kurr\u00eb n\u00eb isha un\u00eb q\u00eb iu afrova apo ai, por di q\u00eb nuk b\u00ebm\u00eb asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ruajtur distanc\u00ebn delikate q\u00eb na ndante. Gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb di \u00ebsht\u00eb se pas asaj puthjeje erdh\u00ebn edhe shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. Kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb isha e dashuruar me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb martuar, si nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e p\u00ebrdal\u00eb… Ndihesha n\u00eb faj dhe e trembur. At\u00eb nat\u00eb, m\u2019u duk sikur u p\u00ebrmbys gjith\u00e7ka. \u00c7far\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb? Si kisha arritur deri aty? Koli, dit\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb telefonoi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe u soll sikur nuk kishte ndryshuar asgj\u00eb, por fjal\u00ebt e tij, alegria e tij, kishin di\u00e7ka t\u00eb sforcuar, artificiale. Kur u takuam dy dit\u00eb m\u00eb pas n\u00eb barin ton\u00eb t\u00eb zakonsh\u00ebm, vendosa t\u00eb flisja hapur me t\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Un\u00eb t\u00eb kam shum\u00eb p\u00ebr zem\u00ebr, por nuk t\u00eb dashuroj. Ajo q\u00eb ndodhi mes nesh, ishte vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb gabim, dob\u00ebsia e nj\u00eb momenti… – i thash\u00eb me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ai mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n
– Nuk e merr dot me mend pesh\u00ebn q\u00eb po m\u00eb heq nga zemra, Nisa. Un\u00eb jam burr\u00eb i martuar dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb nuk ta kam fshehur asnj\u00ebher\u00eb, por gj\u00ebrat midis nesh jan\u00eb mir\u00eb k\u00ebshtu si\u00e7 jan\u00eb. T\u00eb lutem, mos i trego askujt p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb ndodhi. Do t\u00eb ishte tmerr ta merrnin vesh epror\u00ebt e mi apo prind\u00ebrit e tu.<\/p>\n
Natyrisht, ai kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, por nd\u00ebrsa e d\u00ebgjoja t\u00eb fliste n\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb kaq egoiste, m\u00eb vrau shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– P\u00ebrball\u00eb ligjit, i vetmi person p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebs jam un\u00eb! \u2013 vazhdoi ai – ndaj, t\u00eb lutem, mbaje goj\u00ebn mbyllur.<\/p>\n
Fjal\u00ebt e tij dhe pik\u00ebrisht toni me t\u00eb cilin m\u2019i tha, ishin gozhda t\u00eb ngulitura n\u00eb miq\u00ebsin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Pa shtuar asgj\u00eb, u ngrita dhe dola menj\u00ebher\u00eb nga bari, e vrar\u00eb tmerr\u00ebsisht nga fakti se ai nuk po b\u00ebnte asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos m\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb ikja. Pas asaj bisede, m\u2019u duk sikur jeta ime kishte marr\u00eb fund. Si kisha arritur deri aty? Kisha tradhtuar njeriun q\u00eb doja.<\/p>\n
Vendosa q\u00eb ajo q\u00eb ndodhi t\u00eb mbetej vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb kujtim i hidhur n\u00eb mendjen time, por ky kujtim do t\u00eb m\u00eb torturonte sa her\u00eb ta shihja profesorin n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. M\u00eb tmerronte mendimi se mund ta merrnin vesh student\u00ebt e tjer\u00eb dhe at\u00ebhere, un\u00eb do t\u00eb isha kryefjala e bisedave t\u00eb tyre dashakeqe. \u00c7do dit\u00eb q\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, mundohesha t\u00eb shmangia ndonj\u00eb takim t\u00eb pak\u00ebndsh\u00ebm me profesorin, i cili, isha e sigurt\u00eb se do t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte n\u00eb siklet. Fatmir\u00ebsisht, kjo situat\u00eb nuk zgjati shum\u00eb. Rreth nj\u00eb muaj m\u00eb von\u00eb, ndodhi nj\u00eb mrekulli. Enoja, i dashuri im, u kthye tek un\u00eb duke m\u2019u lutur q\u00eb ta falja dhe t\u00eb lidheshim edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb bashk\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Kuptova q\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj vet\u00ebm ty. Lidhja jon\u00eb ishte magjike, nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb e fatit. Kthehu tek un\u00eb… \u2013 m\u00eb tha Enoja.<\/p>\n
Kishte qen\u00eb d\u00ebshira ime m\u00eb e madhe t\u00eb rilidhesha me Enon. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, kisha arritur at\u00eb q\u00eb doja, por a do t\u00eb mund ta harroja gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kisha kaluar? M\u2019u rikujtua ajo nat\u00eb e kaluar n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e profesorit. Si mund t\u2019i thoja Enos q\u00eb un\u00eb e kisha tradhtuar me profesorin?! \u00c7ova n\u00ebp\u00ebr mend t\u00eb gjitha mund\u00ebsit\u00eb, m\u00eb e thjeshta nd\u00ebr t\u00eb cilat ishte q\u00eb t\u2019i tregoja t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, por a do t\u00eb ishte m\u00eb pak e dhimbshme kjo gj\u00eb?! Sigurisht, do t\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb e thjesht\u00eb t\u00eb mos i tregoja asgj\u00eb, por a mund ta mashtroja n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb dashurin tim, at\u00eb q\u00eb e doja aq shum\u00eb? Natyrisht jo, nuk mundja. Mund t\u2019i tregoja Enos gjith\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn e ta humbisja dhe kjo m\u00eb tmerronte. E cili mashkull do t\u00eb donte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb kishte shkuar me profesorin e saj? Nuk e mbaja dot at\u00eb t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb dhe, sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb mendohesha, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb bindesha q\u00eb t\u2019i tregoja, ishte e vetmja zgjidhje q\u00eb m\u00eb mbetej, pasi ajo g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr mund t\u00eb prishte lidhjen ton\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb ardhmen.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebshtu, i tegova Enos gjith\u00e7ka me qet\u00ebsi, pa i k\u00ebrkuar asgj\u00eb, pa pritur asgj\u00eb, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nervozizmit t\u00eb tij, por nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb flisja, ndodhi di\u00e7ka. Ai m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi dhe m\u2019u lut ta falja.<\/p>\n
– Ajo q\u00eb ndodhi, ndodhi mbi t\u00eb gjitha p\u00ebr fajin tim. \u2013 m\u00eb tha ai. – N\u00ebse nuk do t\u00eb t\u00eb kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndjekur kapri\u00e7ot e mia, nuk do t\u00eb kishte ndodhur asgj\u00eb… – m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n
Sinqerisht, nuk e prisja k\u00ebt\u00eb reagim nga Enoja. Gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb ne kishim q\u00ebndruar larg nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, ai kishte ndryshuar. N\u00eb ato momente, pas fjal\u00ebve q\u00eb tha, e kuptova sa m\u00eb donte. Ai kishte qen\u00eb dashuria ime e par\u00eb dhe e vetme n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Na u desh t\u00eb kalonim k\u00ebto q\u00eb ndodh\u00ebn, q\u00eb ne t\u00eb q\u00ebndronim bashk\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb. Isha shum\u00eb e lumtur, pas gjith\u00eb atyre vuajtjeve q\u00eb kisha kaluar. Dit\u00ebt q\u00eb kaloja me Enon, ishin t\u00eb lumtura… Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb dola nga m\u00ebsimi me shpejt\u00ebsi pasi Enoja do t\u00eb vinte t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte dhe un\u00eb nuk doja q\u00eb ai t\u00eb vonohej. Kur dola, e pash\u00eb duke biseduar n\u00eb oborrin e shkoll\u00ebs me profesorin. Nga gjestet q\u00eb b\u00ebnin, dukej q\u00eb ishin t\u00eb acaruar. Ajo q\u00eb po shihja, nuk po m\u00eb p\u00eblqente aspak, ndaj u afrova dhe i k\u00ebrkova Enos q\u00eb t\u00eb iknim. Nuk mund t\u00eb largohesha pa i th\u00ebn\u00eb profesorit se isha shum\u00eb e lumtur n\u00eb krah t\u00eb Enos dhe se nuk duhet t\u00eb m\u00eb shqet\u00ebsonte m\u00eb, pasi un\u00eb tashm\u00eb e kisha harruar at\u00eb q\u00eb kishte ndodhur mes nesh. Ai q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb ndihet keq, jeni ju, pasi jeni i martuar e me f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Ai buz\u00ebqeshi me ironi, por dukej q\u00eb ndihej shum\u00eb n\u00eb siklet pas atyre q\u00eb i thash\u00eb, ndaj u largua menj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, nuk di m\u00eb asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Enoja m\u00eb tha se kishte qen\u00eb profesori ai q\u00eb e kishte ngacmuar i pari, duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb:<\/p>\n
– Sa mir\u00eb q\u00eb je bashkuar me Nis\u00ebn. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb nuk harrohet leht\u00eb… \u2013 i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb dhe kishte qeshur.<\/p>\n
Tashm\u00eb, \u00e7do gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb harruar dhe ne jemi martuar. Pas martes\u00ebs, jeta jon\u00eb ka vazhduar rrjedh\u00ebn e saj normale, si t\u00eb \u00e7do \u00e7ifti tjet\u00ebr. Ne ia dol\u00ebm mban\u00eb bashk\u00eb duke i p\u00ebrballuar nj\u00eb nga nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsit\u00eb q\u00eb na kan\u00eb dal\u00eb p\u00ebrpara, duke ngjitur shkall\u00ebt nj\u00ebra pas tjetr\u00ebs. Sot jemi nj\u00eb \u00e7ift i lumtur q\u00eb e kemi hedhur pas krah\u00ebve t\u00eb shkuar\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Kjo tregon se kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb zgjedhjen e duhur, duke treguar t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn dhe duke mos e mbajtur at\u00eb sekret n\u00eb nd\u00ebrgjegjen time. Fal\u00ebnderoj Zotin q\u00eb kam nj\u00eb familje t\u00eb mrekullueshme dhe nj\u00eb bashk\u00ebshort q\u00eb e dua dhe m\u00eb do shum\u00eb…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Enoja ishte i dashuri im i par\u00eb, i pari q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201ct\u00eb dua\u201d, i pari q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte puthur dhe i pari me t\u00eb cilin un\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri. Ishim lidhur q\u00eb prej tre vjet\u00ebsh, kur ai m\u00eb rr\u00ebfeu q\u00eb ndihej konfuz, q\u00eb kishte nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb pauz\u00eb n\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnien ton\u00eb. Donim q\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":[],"class_list":["post-9597","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9597","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=9597"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9597\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}