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SOTIR ATHANASI<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Paramnezi<\/em>)<\/p>\n

\u2013 Ai s\u2019qe thjesht nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim, por vet\u00ebtim\u00eb e nisur nga matan\u00eb kalt\u00ebrsis\u00eb p\u00ebrq\u00ebndruar n\u00eb at\u00eb qelqe e cila, si pickimin e blet\u00ebs, tejet \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht, n\u00eb fillim e ndjeva. Por, kur ula kryet n\u00eb dritarez\u00ebn \u00e7ark, kuptova se ishin n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb dy shigjeta t\u00eb ngulura thell\u00eb n\u00eb kraharorin tim. Prandaj ndjeva dhimbjen e nj\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00ebkuqi raca e t\u00eb cilit, jo vet\u00ebm me t\u00eb bardh\u00ebt, por edhe br\u00ebnda llojit lufton.
\n\u2013 Po. Dhe kur ndodhi kjo \u201ckatastrof\u00eb femrore?\u201d \u2013 e ngacmova, mikun tim si garanci p\u00ebrq\u00ebndrimi.
\n\u2013 Pes\u00eb vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb.
\n\u2013 Pes\u00eb vjet dhe e mban m\u00ebnd me detaje at\u00eb?
\n\u2013 Po.
\n\u2013 At\u00ebhere duhet t\u00eb kesh q\u00ebn\u00eb rreth t\u00eb dyzetave, mendoj?
\n\u2013 N\u00eb kok\u00eb m\u00eb ke r\u00ebn\u00eb.
\n\u2013 Po ajo?
\n\u2013 Besoj te t\u00eb tridhjetat. Por mos m\u00eb nd\u00ebrprit se nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb si ngat\u00ebrrim i \u00e7ant\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn t\u00eb kam folur dhe b\u00ebra pes\u00eb vite burg.
\n\u2013 Pa m\u2019a kujto pak, se ty, \u00e7do pes\u00ebvje\u00e7ar, do t\u00eb ndodhi di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u2019u rr\u00ebfyer, \u2013 e ironizova p\u00ebr t\u2019i dh\u00ebn\u00eb shtytje t\u00eb m\u00ebtejshme gjas\u00ebs.
\n\u2013 Mos u tall se nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb roman.
\n\u2013 At\u00ebhere duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb Romanc\u00eb.
\n\u2013 Po. Ngjason edhe si Romanc\u00eb. . . ve\u00e7se, nga m\u00eb t\u00eb dhimbshmet q\u00eb mund t\u2019i ndodhi nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashuruari me . . . , shikim t\u00eb par\u00eb. Zaten, pse isha i hutuar, m\u2019u ngat\u00ebrrua \u00e7anta ime me at\u00eb t\u00eb njeriut-mafioz kur nd\u00ebrruam avionin p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb atij difekti serioz. Aty rezikohej jeta e gjith\u00eb pasagjer\u00ebve. Kurse ajo \u00e7ant\u00eb e zez\u00eb prej meshini, do t\u00eb m\u00eb fuste n\u00eb burg dhe do t\u00eb m\u2019a nxinte jet\u00ebn. Qe nj\u00eb nd\u00ebshkim dyfish i r\u00ebnd\u00eb edhe sepse m\u00eb shk\u00ebputi pes\u00eb vjet nga dashuria ime e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Nj\u00eb shok t\u00eb burgut, pendimi p\u00ebr fajin e b\u00ebr\u00eb i kishte goditur pak trurin dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb rikthyer humorin, m\u00eb fliste si t\u00eb qe p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. \u2013 D\u00ebgjo se si i ndriti fati nj\u00eb mbarshtuesi papagajsh kur Bonoparti u shpall Perandor. Ky, d\u00ebgjoi se nj\u00eb rrit\u00ebs i ngjajsh\u00ebm, kishte fituar nj\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb majme kur Papagalli i tij i tha Napolonit: \u201cT\u00eb uroj, Perandor i Perandor\u00ebve\u201d!
\nKaq duhej q\u00eb ai t\u00eb niste pun\u00ebn raskapit\u00ebse me Papagallin e vet t\u00eb \u2018pa aft\u00eb\u2019 p\u00ebr ta m\u00ebsuar leht\u00ebsisht k\u00ebt\u00eb shprehje. Prandaj ai, her\u00eb pas here me d\u00ebshp\u00ebrim, thoshte: \u2013 A i mjeri un\u00eb, i mjeri, \u00e7\u2019po m\u00eb ven\u00eb mundimet d\u00ebm!
\nGjithsesi, mb\u00ebrriti ta m\u00ebsoj\u00eb dhe ia doli t\u2019u mbush\u00eb m\u00ebndjen edhe kujdestar\u00ebve t\u00eb Napolonit q\u00eb ta prisnin. Ky i fundit, kur d\u00ebgjoi th\u00ebnien standart dhe t\u00eb st\u00ebrp\u00ebrs\u00ebritur edhe nga t\u00eb tjer\u00eb papagaj:
\n\u2013 \u201cT\u00eb uroj Perandor i Perandor\u00ebve! \u2013 vari menj\u00ebher\u00eb buz\u00ebt.
\nPik\u00ebrisht pas k\u00ebsaj, Papagalli, aspak \u2018I pa aft\u00eb\u2019, por tep\u00ebr i zgjuar, p\u00ebrs\u00ebriti plot dramacitet shprehjen e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar t\u00eb pronarit t\u00eb tij:
\n– A I mjeri un\u00eb, I mjeri, \u00e7\u2019po m\u00eb ven\u00eb mundimet d\u00ebm!
\nNapoloni entusiazt, nuk nguroi t\u00eb urdh\u00ebroj\u00eb shp\u00ebrblimin e tij. Por. . .
\n\u2013 Ta l\u00ebm\u00eb shokun tim t\u00eb burgut dhe t\u00eb kthehemi miku im, te v\u00ebshtrimi i asaj tridhjet\u00ebvje\u00e7areje.
\nAi kridhej nd\u00ebr yje drite e hije bashk\u00eb ku: brenga, vuajtja e ndrydhja, pa v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi lexohej. Dhe, shkaku, arsyeja, motivi, padyshim mbulohej. Se ngjante i p\u00ebrhersh\u00ebm dhe kurrsesi spontan. Aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, teksa mundohej t\u2019a fshihte me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb sforcuar, t\u00eb turbullt e krejt\u00ebsisht t\u00eb natyrshme. Ai portret megjithat\u00eb e tregonte tejet m\u00eb t\u00eb hutuar; por edhe m\u00eb josh\u00ebse dhe\u2026., dalldin\u00eb e zalisjen, shfaqja e saj provonte. Sepse: si shit\u00ebse, bashk\u00eb me grishjen p\u00ebr tregtimin e mallit, ishte e detyruar t\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshte; por \u00e7\u2019e kishte, q\u00eb e marrt\u00eb djalli e marrt\u00eb, at\u00eb strukje? Tabloja e asaj konizme, i ngjante busull\u00ebs. Dhe un\u00eb pyesja veten: pse qarkonin n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt ato akrepa? Cili qe meraku i saj? K\u00eb priste dhe \u00e7far\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte? Se un\u00eb i kisha propozuar tashm\u00eb dhe ajo: as nuk i flakte tej si marr\u00ebzi t\u00eb \u00e7astit fjal\u00ebt e p\u00ebrbetimit e p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrimit tim trondit\u00ebs, nga q\u00eb: (m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb pranoj se t\u00eb tilla ato ishin ); por, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se i miratonte, sidoq\u00eb u shfaq\u00ebn ato. (Ndon\u00ebse, t\u00eb siguroj q\u00eb: nga shpirti m\u00eb kishin dal\u00eb.)
\nKurse ajo, vet\u00ebm buz\u00ebqeshte hidhur, si t\u00eb qe e sigurt\u00eb p\u00ebr jonj\u00ebm\u00ebnd\u00eb-sin\u00eb e tyre, q\u00eb . . . , d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimisht, por m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb pranoj se p\u00ebr \u2018t\u00eb, rezultonin t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht t\u00eb parealizueshme. Pra, t\u00eb pavler\u00eb. Dhe pyesja veten: po pse, o Zot i Madh? Cili qe shkaku? N\u00eb mos n\u00eb Rubikon, ku fshihej ng\u00ebr\u00e7i e rrug\u00ebdalja e \u00c7ezarit? Q\u00eb p\u00ebr \u00e7astin, do t\u00eb mbetej plot\u00ebsisht monopol i saj? Gjithsesi, sa m\u00eb p\u00ebrkiste mua, nuk besoja p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb kauz q\u00eb ndalonte t\u00eb dashuronte nj\u00eb shqiptar. Ndon\u00ebse fr\u00ebngjishten e flisja rrjedhsh\u00ebm dhe ajo, as q\u00eb e vuri fare n\u00eb diskutim komb\u00ebsin\u00eb time. P\u00ebrve\u00e7 faktit q\u00eb, ishim n\u00eb Paris dhe k\u00ebto koncepte kan\u00eb shekuj q\u00eb jan\u00eb gremisur.
\nT\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, avioni m\u00eb ktheu n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb t\u00eb gjall\u00eb, ndon\u00ebse katastrofa ishte nisur. E mbase, jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb pasagjer\u00ebt me difektin e avionit. Por , vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr mua. Sa zbrita n\u00eb Rinas. M\u00eb prangos\u00ebn duke m\u00eb larguar \u00e7do tentativ\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019a ripar\u00eb at\u00eb\u2026, komet\u00eb. Se e till\u00eb m\u2019u shfaq n\u00eb qiellin parisjen dhe. . . , (me shum\u00eb trishtim ) por, po me at\u00eb ngut, edhe m\u2019u zhduk
\nMegjithat\u00eb, t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, do t\u2019a m\u00ebsoja vet\u00ebm pes\u00eb vjet m\u00eb von\u00eb.
\nSakt\u00ebsisht jav\u00ebn e shkuar kur u ndodha s\u00ebrish I LIR\u00cb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, n\u00eb Paris. Ve\u00e7se, t\u00eb mos shk\u00ebputemi edhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb grim\u00eb her\u00eb nga \u00e7asti i par\u00eb:
\n\u201cPagova kollaren bordo q\u00eb ma paketoi ndihm\u00ebsi I saj, v\u00ebrsniku, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin (si\u00e7 do t\u00eb m\u00ebsoja pes\u00eb vjet m\u00eb von\u00eb,) ishte adashit im , por algjerian. Un\u00eb, tejet i hutuar, si i goditur jo nga rrufeja, por nga ai fat i mbrapsht\u00eb, u b\u00ebra gati t\u00eb largohesha pa marr\u00eb kusurin. Ajo m\u00eb ndaloi vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb: \u2013 Monsieur! \u2013 dhe b\u00ebri shenj\u00eb p\u00ebr reston. M\u00eb kot kurseu fjalorin. Ndofta nga q\u00eb e dinte se z\u00ebri i saj qe nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr tregues magjepseje dhe donte t\u00eb m\u00ebnjanonte humbjen e r\u00ebndes\u00ebs tek un\u00eb. Dhe kishte plot\u00ebsisht t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Toni i atij z\u00ebri, qe radiofonik dhe plot muzikalitet. Ajo e njihte vetveten. Kurse un\u00eb, si p\u00ebrpara nj\u00eb ndri\u00e7imi, a t\u00eb nj\u00eb spektri tejet verbues, isha jo vet\u00ebm larg dallimit t\u00eb \u00e7do tipari t\u00eb saj, q\u00eb fekste me pamje breroreje, a trupi qiellor e mbase, edhe si nj\u00eb njoll\u00eb e ndrit\u00ebshme deri n\u00eb verbim; por kisha harruar tanim\u00eb edhe emrin tim. Ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, nj\u00eb ngaz\u00ebllim I beft\u00eb m\u00eb largonte edhe nga \u00e7do arsyetim
\nAlgjeriani, q\u00eb mesa-dukej, e kishte zakon t\u2019i numuroj\u00eb mbetjen n\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb pronarja e tij, i nxjerr t\u00eb hollat nga arka, vuri re q\u00eb ato ishin me tepri. Kur ia tha, zonjusha b\u00ebri rinum\u00ebrimin dhe, bashk\u00eb me purpurin n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, m\u00eb hodhi mua nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb plot\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb zbrisja nga qielli i shtat\u00eb. Dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e saj si inxhi, n\u00eb at\u00eb goj\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, p\u00ebr mua qen\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr befasim e nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ngasje q\u00eb s\u2019kishte t\u00eb b\u00ebnte me p\u00ebrcjelljen e klientit. Por mbase me t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt\u00ebn: mbajtjen, gozhdimin, a robtimin e tij. Portreti i saj, o Zot, pas k\u00ebsaj, qe kthyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb aorerore t\u00eb m\u00ebvet\u00ebshme. N\u00eb at\u00eb kiosk\u00eb, H\u00ebna shfaqej e Plot\u00eb edhe pse ishte mesdit\u00eb!
\nMua m\u00eb mjaftonte edhe vet\u00ebm ky hutim i natyrsh\u00ebm, q\u00eb t\u00eb bindesha se edhe ajo e kishte g\u00eblltitur, pa e kuptuar, at\u00eb q\u00eb e quajm\u00eb jo thjesht d\u00ebshir\u00eb, por dashuri vet\u00ebm me v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb par\u00eb. Prandaj i ngjyrosa me t\u00eb err\u00ebt k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb, sepse m\u00eb duket sikur zbus t\u00eb kuqen p\u00ebrv\u00ebluese q\u00eb ndjeva pas saj. Edhe sepse, m\u00eb ngjan q\u00eb, miklimin tim ajo pati p\u00ebrthithur. T\u00eb pranoj q\u00eb ndjehesha gati t\u00eb fluturoja pas k\u00ebsaj, qe e pamjaftueshme. Nuk e di se \u00e7\u2019ishte. Por, vet\u00ebm trup\u00ebrisht gj\u00ebndesha aty, se ( mos qeshni ) m\u00ebnd\u00ebrisht, kisha kapur maj\u00ebn e Kull\u00ebs Eifel.
\nDhe kjo, ngjante kaq e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, sa: n\u00eb \u00e7astin q\u00eb m\u00eb lindi nj\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypje e till\u00eb, pran\u00eb meje, o Zonj\u00eb e Bekuar, b\u00ebri ball\u00eb ajo:
\n\u201cE shtrenjta pa em\u00ebr.
\nTani t\u00eb dy t\u00eb gatsh\u00ebm drejt kozmosit. Dhe e kuptoja se: n\u00eb mos ishte hipnotizim, nj\u00eb pushtet qiellor nga nj\u00eb galaktik\u00eb e panjohur, tek un\u00eb vepronte.
\nO Per\u00ebndi!
\nT\u00eb ket\u00eb kaq forc\u00eb, potenc\u00eb, a virilitet dashuria? Apo ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb diku br\u00ebnda nesh dhe braktis strukjen, t\u00eb p\u00ebrdit\u00ebshmen, t\u00eb r\u00ebndomt\u00ebn e tok\u00ebsoren, p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka m\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb, e pse jo: m\u00eb t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb? P\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb shfaqet nj\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb vetme n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e njeriut ku gjaku merr cil\u00ebsin\u00eb e nj\u00eb vullkani dhe shp\u00ebrthimi \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb prag? Por \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht, asgj\u00eb nuk ndodhi pas k\u00ebsaj.
\nAlgjeriani I b\u00ebjsh\u00ebm, n\u00eb fillim me \u00ebmb\u00eblsi dhe tejet I mir\u00ebsjell\u00eb, m\u00eb tregoi paket\u00ebn e kollaros mb\u00ebshtjellur me kujdes dhe t\u00eb lidhur me nj\u00eb fjongo tejet t\u00eb hijshme, si paping. Por, kur pa hutimin tim, me nj\u00eb qes\u00ebndi ngacmuese deri n\u00eb cingrisje, m\u00eb \u00e7iku paksa n\u00eb gjoks, q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrmendesha. .At\u00ebhere ndjeva gravitetin e humbur vet\u00ebm nga nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje p\u00ebrzier me nj\u00eb skuqje e hutim t\u00eb atij portreti kthyer tashm\u00eb, n\u00eb komet\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, q\u00eb: gjithsesi, n\u00eb ikje dhe\u2026.: zbritjen time, t\u00eb detyruar, me k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb, nga vet\u00ebm cikja e nj\u00eb dore arabe.<\/p>\n

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\n\u2013 Pes\u00eb vjet m\u00eb pas.
\nSa von\u2019, o Zot i madh e i plot\u00ebpushtetsh\u00ebm!
\nI gjith\u00eb grupi i vizitor\u00ebve, u nis\u00ebn p\u00ebr n\u00eb Luv\u00ebr.
\nKuptohet: pavijonet e tij jan\u00eb objekt i gjithkujt.
\nP\u00ebr mua, Monaliza ishte Zonjusha n\u00eb at\u00eb kiosk\u00eb,
\nem\u00ebrin e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs nuk e m\u00ebsova q\u00eb nuk e m\u00ebsova dot.
\nNdon\u00ebse n\u00eb p\u00ebrfytyrimin tim e kisha quajtur:
\nE shtrenjta Pa Em\u00ebr.
\nKuptohet: k\u00ebt\u00eb s\u2019guxoja t\u2019ia thosha askujt\u2026.
\nNuk e di pse m\u2019u kujtua Madam Baterflaj. Jo p\u00ebr t\u2019a z\u00ebv\u00ebnd\u00ebsuar rolin e amerikanit e as p\u00ebr t\u00eb krahasuar heroin\u00ebn japane me francezen. Qe thjesht nj\u00eb lloj vet\u00ebtime. E mbase nj\u00eb largim si ato t\u00eb dallandysheve qe kalojn\u00eb kontinente p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer n\u00eb folen\u00eb e tyre. Por edhe k\u00ebtu krahasimi \u00e7alon. Se nuk isha i gjuajturi.
\nMbase gjuajt\u00ebsi. E ndofta n\u00eb t\u00eb dy rolet nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. . . .?
\nPo t\u00eb merresha me muzik\u00eb, mbase do t\u2019a gjeja \u00e7elsin e k\u00ebtij akordi q\u00eb paralajm\u00ebronte nj\u00eb fund tragjik.
\nDhe ngutesha t\u00eb mb\u00ebrrija p\u00ebrpara se t\u00eb b\u00ebhej pushimi i drek\u00ebs, si\u00e7 u tha. Apo, se do t\u00eb kishte grev\u00eb dhe lokalet nxitonin mbylljen
\np\u00ebr t\u00eb shmangur p\u00ebrplasjen me demostruesit, si\u00e7 p\u00ebshp\u00ebritej.
\nDhe ashtu ndodhi. Un\u00eb vrapoja dhe dallova q\u00eb nga larg se:
\nqepeni i sapo ulur, u ngrijt.
\nNj\u00eb p\u00ebrndritshm\u00ebri, si atij q\u00eb po mbytej n\u00eb detin e err\u00ebt,
\np\u00ebr shpirt t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, po t\u00eb them.
\nFari u shfaq dhe un\u00eb qart\u00ebsisht dallova. K\u00eb do t\u00eb thuash ti, miku im?
\nVajz\u00ebn, em\u00ebrin e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs nuk e m\u00ebsova q\u00eb nuk e m\u00ebsova kurr\u00eb. Por e dalloja dhe isha I sigurt\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte njohur. Qe. . .Ajo.
\n\u201cE shtrenjta Pa Em\u00ebr\u201d.
\nPortat e Qiellit p\u00ebr mua befas, u hap\u00ebn.
\nUn\u00eb, me po at\u00eb veshje, (si ngjyra t\u00eb para pes\u00eb viteve ) dhe p\u00ebrve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, n\u00eb k\u00ebmish\u00eb shquhej q\u00eb tutje edhe kollarua bordo, bler\u00eb n\u00eb dyqanin e saj, q\u00eb e kisha ruajtur si t\u00eb m\u2019a kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb vet\u00eb ajo me dor\u00ebn e saj. Eh! D\u00ebgjo tani dialogun m\u00eb t\u00eb dhimbsh\u00ebm midis dy njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb. . ,
\njan\u00eb p\u00eblqyer vet\u00ebm me shikimin e par\u00eb.
\nAjo: \u2013 Mir\u00ebse erdh\u00ebt, zotni!
\nun\u00eb: \u2013 Mir\u00ebse u gjej, zonjush\u00eb enigmatike!
\nAjo: \u2013 Gaboheni zotni. Nuk jam m\u00eb zonjush\u00eb dhe as enigmatike, por jam zonj\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb: – Ngriva e u ktheva n\u00eb stalaknite
\nPortat e Qiellit, n\u00eb nj\u00eb grimc\u00eb t\u00eb sekond\u00ebs, u mbyll\u00ebn
\nKalimi I saj n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr shkall\u00eb respekti qytetarie, n\u00eb at\u00eb t\u00eb ZONJ\u00cbS, ishte plot\u00ebsisht I natyrsh\u00ebm, megjithat\u00eb, mua m\u00eb ngjau se u ndesha me nj\u00eb fenomen t\u00eb panjohur dhe kushedi se sa \u00e7aste do t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja si statuj\u00eb, n\u00eb qoft\u00ebse nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb shkrinte:
\nAjo: \u2013 Zotni i mistersh\u00ebm e disi i padep\u00ebrtuesh\u00ebm q\u00eb shfaqeni pas nj\u00eb gjys\u00ebm dekade, mos d\u00ebshironi nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr kallare bordo?
\nPas goditjes s\u00eb par\u00eb, erdhi edhe e dyta. Tani, pas k\u00ebsaj, vetja m\u00eb ngjau me nj\u00eb pengl\u00ebn\u00ebs. Ajo m\u00eb kujtonte kollaron. M\u00eb barazonte me bler\u00ebsit e r\u00ebndomt\u00eb t\u00eb saj. Kurse m\u00ebtoja ve\u00e7antin\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb pohova duke ulur kryet dhe jo me tundjen, si\u00e7 edhe ndodh r\u00ebndom. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, instiktivisht pranoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb far\u00eb m\u00ebnyre k\u00ebrkes\u00ebn dhe, klasifikimin e saj, por edhe kot\u00ebsin\u00eb e rishfaqjes sime, kaq von\u00eb, pas pes\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh.
\nGjithsesi ende, ndjeja po at\u00eb z\u00eb radiofonik,
\npo ato tinguj me muzikalitet ve\u00e7se\u2026,
\nnj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim krejt t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm.
\nJo si p\u00ebrpara k\u00ebsaj gjys\u00ebm dekade.
\nJo vet\u00ebtim\u00eb! Jo si shigjet\u00eb! Jo dhe jo, do t\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebris nj\u00ebqind her\u00eb.
\nSe \u201cJo\u201d-ja duhet t\u00eb ket\u00eb br\u00ebnda dridhjen.
\nAspak vet\u00ebm t\u00eb buz\u00ebs e t\u00eb z\u00ebmr\u00ebs.
\nPor t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupit. Shkaku? Tep\u00ebr I thjesht\u00eb:
\ndikur, t\u00eb gjitha tiparet n\u00eb at\u00eb portret, m\u00eb dukeshin n\u00eb shp\u00ebrpjestim me bot\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb br\u00ebndshme ku, nj\u00eb lloj trishtimi dilte m\u00eb n\u00eb pah. Kurse tani ?
\nAi v\u00ebshtrim qe: plot drit\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se pran\u00eb trotuarit ndali nj\u00eb \u201cPeugeo\u201d.
\nPrej andej zbriti Algjeriani me nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb tri a kat\u00ebr vje\u00e7.
\nE zonja e kioskut iu drejtua arabit:
\nAli! Zotnis\u00eb paketoi nj\u00eb kollaro bordo dbe fjongon, vure Natalin\u00eb ton\u00eb t\u2019ia lidh\u00eb se Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb me fat!
\n( E nxiva k\u00ebt\u00eb rresht sepse shprehja, m\u00eb dogji shpirtin si nj\u00eb thingjill I kuq nga posht\u00eb dhe i zi nga sip\u00ebr. Kurse fjala lidh\u00eb, sikur po m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngonte fytyn. )
\nUn\u00eb, me duart q\u00eb s\u2019ishin m\u00eb t\u00eb miat, zb\u00ebrtheva kollaren time e cila \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht nuk m\u00eb dukej gjithashtu imja. Dhe ia lash\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb vog\u00eblushes p\u00ebr t\u2019a paketuar. Kurse t\u00eb ren\u00eb e vendosa n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe u ula q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u2019a shtr\u00ebngonte miturakja Natali. O Zot \u00e7far\u00eb fati!?!
\nDuart e njomzakes e kryen me d\u00ebshir\u00ebn f\u00ebminore t\u00ebrheqjen e atij rripi bordo. Pagova si p\u00ebrpara pes\u00eb viteve me monedh\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte resto. Francezes, edhe asaj, po I dridheshin duart tek p\u00ebrgatiste kusurin. Turbullt, por v\u00ebrejta n\u00eb ato duar nj\u00eb tejnderje. E zonja u mundua t\u2019a paraqiste si tejnxitje, aty m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur i tha t\u00eb shoqit q\u00eb t\u00eb vinte t\u00eb bij\u00ebn Natali, k\u00ebt\u00eb dlir\u00ebsi kristali si m\u00eb t\u00eb denj\u00eb, a si nj\u00eb kujtim lamtumire t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj. . .,
\nromance shikimesh e dialog shpirt\u00ebrash, vet\u00ebm n\u00eb hehtje.
\nUn\u00eb I mora t\u00eb hollat dhe\u2026 bashk\u00eb me fatur\u00ebn e blerjes,
\nedhe nj\u00eb cop\u00eb pusull\u00eb, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn s\u2019guxoja t\u2019a hapja e t\u2019a lexoja.
\nN\u00eb \u00e7ast, qepeni u ul me ul\u00ebrim\u00eb si t\u00eb donte t\u00eb ilustronte britm\u00ebn q\u00eb ndrynte sh\u00ebnimi. Se t\u00eb till\u00eb, parandjenja m\u2019a sillte. Por br\u00ebnda gjoksit tim nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr klith\u00ebm a ul\u00ebrim\u00eb trishtimi, s\u2019guxonte t\u00eb ngrinte krye nga p\u00ebrpjekjet e mia p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbrojtur statusin e nj\u00eb burri.
\nSikur t\u00eb kishin shp\u00ebrthyer nga Qielli bubullima e vet\u00ebtima me shtr\u00ebngat\u00eb, mbase, do t\u00eb b\u00ebnin ndonj\u00eb efekt m\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb e paq\u00ebsor. Gjest, q\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr nd\u00ebrprerjen p\u00ebrfundimtare t\u00eb \u00e7do\u2026, dialogu. Pas nj\u00eb grim\u00eb her\u00eb zonja e kioskut m\u00eb hodhi nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim q\u00eb u p\u00ebrplas me timin.
\nI saj, fliste p\u00ebr keqardhje e mbase pendim e nj\u00eb vet\u00ebnd\u00ebshkim.
\nI imi, mesiguri kishte t\u00eb shp\u00ebrfaqur brerjen e nd\u00ebrgjegjes se ndjeja dhimbjen e nj\u00eb faji q\u00eb ende s\u2019po e kuptoja, ndon\u00ebse e pranoja braktisjen.
\nPas disa sekondave, t\u00eb pap\u00ebrballueshme e tejet t\u00eb r\u00ebnda, pesha e s\u00eb cilave m\u00eb shtypte n\u00eb kraharor, m\u00eb b\u00ebri mua nj\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje me dor\u00eb p\u00ebrpara se t\u00eb m\u00eb kthente shpin\u00ebn dhe shpreu po me at\u00eb z\u00eb plot muzikalitet, por tanim\u00eb, toni ting\u00ebllonte mbase orakullitaritar: \u2013 Orvua!
\nQytetaria kishte fituar mbi \u00e7do m\u00ebdyshje. A m\u00eb duhej falja e saj, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr mua ting\u00ebllonte e till\u00eb? Apo t\u00eb qe kjo shenja e nj\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimi kur duam t\u00eb shpallim di\u00e7ka si nj\u00eb kujtim i hidhur?
\n\u2013 Orvuar Zonj\u00eb! Orvuar Natali! \u2013 p\u00ebrs\u00ebrita dhe e ndjeva se syt\u00eb m\u2019u njom\u00ebn. Fatmir\u00ebsisht, ajo m\u00eb kishte kthyer shpin\u00ebn dhe nuk m\u2019i pa. Gjykat\u00ebsja q\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebnoi, qe nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr tejet e pashpirt. Kurse kjo q\u00ebnie fem\u00ebrore, her\u00eb m\u00eb ngjante si ajo e her\u00eb me nj\u00eb zan\u00eb mali q\u00eb mezi priste t\u00eb fluturonte n\u00eb hapsirat e saj. Po pse e ktheu p\u00ebr nj\u00eb dekik\u00eb, vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb grim\u00eb portretin? \u00c7\u2019donte t\u00eb thoshte, o Zot?!?
\nFjal\u00ebt m\u00eb p\u00ebrziheshin me dhimbjen e natyrshme t\u00eb nj\u00eb ndarjeje p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb. Z\u00ebri m\u00eb dridhej. S\u00ebrish m\u2019u kujtua Madam Baterflaj dhe ndjeva n\u00eb shpirt di\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb dogji thell\u00eb. Ajo q\u00eb i shkakton fark\u00ebtari kuajve n\u00eb vesh\u00eb me hekurin e skuqur p\u00ebr t\u2019i matrikulluar, mbase do t\u2019i ngjante, por aspak t\u00eb krahasohej me dhimbjen thell\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt q\u00eb m\u00eb shkaktoi ajo ndarje.
\nFrancezja uli qepenin me rrap\u00ebllim\u00eb si t\u00eb rr\u00ebzohej shpati i nj\u00eb mali.
\nMua instiktivisht m\u00eb doli nj\u00eb
\nAh! dhe zgjata m\u00eb kot duart p\u00ebr t\u2019a pritur nga ky rr\u00ebzim imagjinar.
\nNd\u00ebrsa silueta e Saj q\u00ebndroi edhe nj\u00eb grim\u00eb her\u00eb pas grilave dhe un\u00eb e ndjeva at\u00eb larges\u00eb si t\u00eb qe n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e pasme t\u00eb Globit.
\nN\u00eb rini kishim tallur poetin arb\u00ebresh q\u00eb kishte shkuar me k\u00ebmb\u00eb deri n\u00eb Brazil p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn e tij. Un\u00eb isha gati at\u00eb \u00e7ast t\u00eb shkoja deri n\u00eb fund t\u00eb BOT\u00cbS, apo edhe t\u2019I ngjitesha me duar e thonj\u00eb Himalaj\u00ebs, ose t\u00eb rr\u00ebmoja tok\u00ebn si fiset Zulu, p\u00ebr t\u00eb kryer nj\u00eb vet\u00ebd\u00ebnim thjesht\u00eb, t\u00eb mos e humbja . . . ,
\nAt\u00eb: T\u00eb Shtrenjt\u00ebn Pa Em\u00ebr.
\nE. . . ,mbase do t\u00eb pranoja edhe pes\u00eb vjet t\u00eb tjera burg ,vet\u00ebm kur t\u00eb kthehesha,
\nt\u00eb kisha mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb nj\u00ebmend\u00ebsoja Dashurin\u00eb time t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebrkitas ndali hapin nj\u00eb afroamerikan. Papagalli I tij tha di\u00e7ka n\u00eb anglisht:
\n\u2013 E ka me ju zotni, \u2013 m\u2019u kthye I zoti n\u00eb fr\u00ebngjisht.
\n\u2013 Dhe \u00e7far\u00eb thot\u00eb?
\n\u2013 Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb i ve\u00e7ant\u00eb zotni. Ju ka studiuar nga larg dhe e kan\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb ethet e tij q\u00eb quhen PSITAKOZ\u00cb. Ai mezi pret t\u00eb Ju. . ., qes\u00ebndis\u00eb.
\n\u2013 Flisni m\u00eb qart\u00eb, zotni!
\n\u2013 Ethet e papagallit, zotni! Ato shfaqen me p\u00ebrqeshje. Por, p\u00ebr t\u2019a d\u00ebgjuar zotni i nderuar, duhet nj\u00eb . . . . stimulim.
\nUn\u00eb i dhash\u00eb nj\u00eb bakshish dhe ndjeva p\u00ebrqeshjen e nj\u00eb mendt\u00eb t\u00eb shpendit; i cili i k\u00ebnaqur q\u00eb I zoti mori shp\u00ebrblimin, ashtu si papagalli te Bonoparti, u ndje i p\u00ebrfillur dhe tha di\u00e7ka si shtes\u00eb:
\n\u2013 Parsselen\u00eb**)
\nKtheva edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb kryet nga zonja, em\u00ebrin e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs, nuk e m\u00ebsova q\u00eb nuk e m\u00ebsova kurr\u00eb. Hapat e saj largoheshin dhe vet\u00ebm at\u00ebhere kuptova se ku ishte burimi i atij trishtimi e mosbesimi n\u00eb propozimin tim t\u00eb para pes\u00eb viteve. K\u00ebt\u00eb ma tregoi ajo pusull\u00eb. N\u00eb \u2018t\u00eb shkruhej:
\nU ndodha n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e gabuar,
\nN\u00eb v\u00ebndin e gabuar,
\nLamtumir\u00eb!
\nAfroamerikani, si t\u00eb qe fallxhor tundi kryet dhe pohoi at\u00eb q\u00eb lexova te pusulla. T\u00eb bindesha p\u00ebr v\u00ebrtet\u00ebsin\u00eb e tyre, m\u00eb tregoi me shenj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shihja k\u00eb? Zonj\u00ebn e kioskut.
\nUn\u00eb b\u00ebra at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb tha dhe nuk u \u00e7m\u00ebnda!
\nPor kapa kryet me t\u00eb dy duart si t\u00eb kisha frik\u00eb mos m\u00eb fluturonte m\u00ebndja nga kafka q\u00eb m\u00eb dukej se po \u00e7ahej nga dhimbja.
\nPash\u00eb n\u00eb profil at\u00eb q\u00eb po e shtynte arabi ALI mbi nj\u00eb karroc\u00eb invalidi.
\nIshte E Shtrenjta Pa Em\u00ebr N\u00eb preh\u00ebr q\u00ebndronte e bija: vog\u00eblushja Natali q\u00eb i g\u00ebzohej n\u00ebn\u00ebs s\u00eb saj.
\nAfroamerikani m\u00eb shpjegoi:
\n\u2013 Ajo zonj\u00eb, p\u00ebrpara kat\u00ebr a pes\u00eb viteve u ndodh n\u00eb Sahatin e Lajthitjes n\u00eb . . ., nj\u00eb zon\u00eb t\u00eb minuar. Nj\u00eb rslamik kamikaz, hodhi veten n\u00eb er\u00eb dhe Ajo, u paralizua nga t\u00eb dy k\u00ebmb\u00ebt.
\nAi qeshi pak si p\u00ebr t\u00eb n\u00ebnvizuar di\u00e7 mospajtuese n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb:
\n\u2013 Ali, edhe ky ISLAMIK, \u00ebsht\u00eb bashk\u00ebshorti i saj…, sh\u00ebmbullor.
\nTutje papagalli p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste:
\n\u2013 Paraselen\u00eb, Paraselen\u00eb, Paraselen\u00eb**).
\nMua lot\u00ebt po m\u00eb zinin gryk\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

Sotir Athanasi<\/strong>
\nAthin\u00eb, 9, Prill, 2016!<\/em>
\nRi\/Red.\/Dhjetor, 2017!<\/em>
\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-
\n*) Paramnezi = P\u00ebrzierje e realitetit me fantazin\u00eb
\n**) Paraselen\u00eb = Njoll\u00eb n\u00eb breroren e H\u00ebn\u00ebs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

SOTIR ATHANASI (Paramnezi) \u2013 Ai s\u2019qe thjesht nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim, por vet\u00ebtim\u00eb e nisur nga matan\u00eb kalt\u00ebrsis\u00eb p\u00ebrq\u00ebndruar n\u00eb at\u00eb qelqe e cila, si pickimin e blet\u00ebs, tejet \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht, n\u00eb fillim e ndjeva. Por, kur ula kryet n\u00eb dritarez\u00ebn \u00e7ark, kuptova se ishin n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb dy shigjeta t\u00eb ngulura thell\u00eb n\u00eb kraharorin tim. 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