Tregim<\/em><\/p>\n (Ngjarje e jetuar, persona real\u00eb<\/em>)<\/p>\n Ne ishim kat\u00ebr matura q\u00eb po i afroheshim mbarimit t\u00eb gjimnazit pakngapak. Nuk e kishim v\u00ebrtet\u00eb lirin\u00eb ” e \u00e7mendur” q\u00eb kan\u00eb maturant\u00ebt e sot\u00ebm, po koh\u00ebn e mbanin n\u00ebn kontroll; b\u00ebnim aktivitete jasht\u00ebshkollore, sh\u00ebtitje n\u00eb vende historkike, arkeologjike, n\u00eb qytete t\u00eb ndryshme, aksione zonale e komb\u00ebtare, mbr\u00ebmje arg\u00ebtimi, pasdite tematike e letrare, konkurse recitimi dhe krijimi, konkurse teatrale, gara sportive mes klasave t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs dhe mes shkollave t\u00eb qytetit, olimpiada n\u00eb Matematik\u00eb, fizik\u00eb, histori… Nuk di n\u00eb se kam harruar t\u00eb p\u00ebrmend ndonj\u00eb aktivitet, po edhe kaq jan\u00eb aq shum\u00eb, sa ne nuk kishim koh\u00eb as t\u00eb lodheshim, as t\u00eb m\u00ebrziteshim nga jeta bosh. Dhe ajo q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e r\u00ebmd\u00ebsishmja, duke e patur koh\u00ebn t\u00eb plot\u00ebsuar n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb dobishme, as q\u00eb na shkonin n\u00ebp\u00ebrmend marr\u00ebzit\u00eb e mosh\u00ebs, apo nxitjet nga djall\u00ebzit\u00eb; ishim si nj\u00eb an\u00ebdet, q\u00eb prisnim m\u00ebngjeset dhe p\u00ebrcillnim mbr\u00ebmjet n\u00ebn tingujt e nj\u00eb k\u00ebnge q\u00eb p\u00ebrhapte ve\u00e7 d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb rrug\u00ebtuar jet\u00ebs q\u00eb na p\u00ebrkiste, sidoq\u00eb ish ajo.<\/p>\n Drejtori i shkoll\u00ebs, Spiro Jovani, na i kish kusht\u00ebzuar mbr\u00ebmjet e d\u00ebfrimit dhe sh\u00ebtitjet jasht\u00eb qytetit ton\u00eb me p\u00ebrfundimet javore n\u00eb p\u00ebrparim: cila klas\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb merrte asnj\u00eb not\u00eb negative, do t\u00eb fitonte lejen p\u00ebr t’i patur ato, kuptohet, e shoq\u00ebruar nga m\u00ebsuesit kujdestar\u00eb. Deri at\u00ebhere klasa jon\u00eb ishte n\u00eb krye t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj p\u00ebrballjeje. N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet, krahas pun\u00ebs son\u00eb, m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb pranoj p\u00ebrpjekjet e palodhura t\u00eb m\u00ebsuese Tefta Arapit, e cila pyeste pas p\u00ebrfundimit t\u00eb \u00e7do ore m\u00ebsimi, n\u00eb se ishte marr\u00eb ndonj\u00eb not\u00eb negative. Aq shum\u00eb kund\u00ebrshti kish me m\u00ebsuesit e tjer\u00eb, sa nj\u00eb her\u00eb b\u00ebri nj\u00eb veprim q\u00eb na kujtohet edhe sot, pas m\u00eb shum\u00eb se pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb viteve. N\u00eb Let\u00ebrsi un\u00eb isha i padiskutuar, sepse at\u00ebhere kisha nisur t\u00eb shkruaja n\u00eb proz\u00eb dhe n\u00eb poezi. At\u00eb dit\u00eb kishim ” Teori Let\u00ebrsie” dhe m\u00ebsues Pirro Stefa donte t\u00eb m\u00eb ngrinte, duke menduar q\u00eb do zhvillonim nj\u00eb bised\u00eb me interes. Un\u00eb isha me dh\u00ebmbje koke, q\u00eb kur u nisa nga sht\u00ebpia.. I b\u00ebra shenj\u00eb me dor\u00eb q\u00eb nuk doja t\u00eb ngrihesha. Mesaduket, ai e mori p\u00ebr shp\u00ebrfillje dhe u acarua:<\/p>\n – Ngrihu n\u00eb m\u00ebsim- m\u00eb tha me ashp\u00ebrsi. N\u00eb ato zyra k\u00ebmba nuk m\u00eb shkeli edhe p\u00ebr dyzet\u00eb vite m\u00eb pas, dit\u00ebn kur u paraqita p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb Pasaport\u00ebn Nd\u00ebrkomb\u00ebtare. Edhe sot, kur kaloj te rruga e Policis\u00eb ndjej nj\u00eb neveri t\u00eb pashpjeguar. Ndoshta \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo flak\u00ebza e zbeht\u00eb e atij kujtimi t\u00eb hidhur, q\u00eb pat sjell\u00eb ret\u00eb e para gri, q\u00eb do t\u00eb shoq\u00ebronin jet\u00ebt tona t\u00eb pafaj\u00ebshme n\u00eb gjith\u00eb kal\u00ebrimin ton\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb e t\u00eb r\u00ebnduar, vargun e vuajtjeve t\u00eb pamerituara, q\u00eb nuk kan\u00eb marr\u00eb fund as tani.<\/p>\n Sidoqoft\u00eb, edhe k\u00ebshtu ne jetuam, sepse dit\u00ebm t\u00eb mbijetonim. Fund<\/i><\/p>\n Pajtim Xhelo<\/b>, 21 shkurt 2020 (ndodhi e 21 shkurtit t\u00eb vitit 1968)<\/i><\/p>\n Tregim<\/i><\/p>\n Atje ku pat qen\u00eb dikur Terminali i Linjave Interurbane kishin nd\u00ebrtuar sht\u00ebpit\u00eb gjasht\u00eb familje t\u00eb ardhura nga fshatrat malor\u00eb t\u00eb Lab\u00ebris\u00eb. Ishin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb me nj\u00eb mbiem\u00ebr, nj\u00eb fis, madje shum\u00eb t\u00eb af\u00ebrt. Njerin nga f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tyre, Manushin e kishim shok klase n\u00eb Gjimnaz. I urt\u00eb, i sjellsh\u00ebm, fliste pak. Shpesh e humbiste gjat\u00eb or\u00ebs s\u00eb m\u00ebsimit, sidomos n\u00eb or\u00ebn e let\u00ebrsis\u00eb. Treste v\u00ebshtrimin p\u00ebrmes dritares n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn komb\u00ebtare q\u00eb kalonte matan\u00eb kangjellave t\u00eb oborrit t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs dhe p\u00ebrfytyrimi merrte rrug\u00ebn p\u00ebr diku…Mbase n\u00eb at\u00eb mal\u00ebsin\u00eb prej nga kish ardhur pak muaj m\u00eb par\u00eb. Ne e trzonim shpesh, natyrisht jo me t\u00eb keq, e th\u00ebrrisnim ” Luli i Voc\u00ebrr” i prozave t\u00eb Migjenit. Edhe k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt i kish ashtu, t\u00eb mballosura te k\u00ebpucari q\u00eb kish nj\u00eb barang\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl n\u00eb skaj t\u00eb rrugic\u00ebs prapa gjimnazit. Vinte n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb me nj\u00eb pulov\u00ebr t\u00eb holl\u00eb e t\u00eb vjetruar dhe me pantallona t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebra. N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, deri n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb t\u00eb gjimnazit shumica jon\u00eb vishej ashtu, me t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebra. Kur erdh\u00ebn dit\u00ebt e ftohta t\u00eb dhjetorit, m\u00ebsuesi kujdestar nuk e linte t\u00eb b\u00ebnte vrapin e m\u00ebngjesit si ne t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt; i vinte keq tek e shihte t\u00eb paveshur dhe mbase mendonte se mund t’i shqepeshin edhe k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt e mballosura. N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ne t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ishim t\u00eb varf\u00ebr, po ai dallonte n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb varf\u00ebri. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb Hektori i solli nj\u00eb trike leshi t\u00eb trash\u00eb, po Manushi nuk desh ta pranonte.<\/p>\n – E kam kujtim nga v\u00ebllai i madh q\u00eb ka shkuar n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn ” Sk\u00ebnderbej” k\u00ebt\u00eb trike q\u00eb kam veshur dhe nuk kam d\u00ebshir\u00eb ta nd\u00ebrroj. Nd\u00ebrhyra edhe un\u00eb e m\u00eb n\u00eb fund ai e mori. – Nuk keni t\u00eb drejt\u00eb ta q\u00eblloni – i thash prer\u00eb. – Thesarin e Montekristos ke skicuar n\u00eb at\u00eb fletore?- e pyeta. Fund<\/i><\/p>\n Pajtim Xhelo<\/b>, 21 shkurt 2020 (ndodhur 55 vite m\u00eb par\u00eb)<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Edhe k\u00ebshtu, ne jetuam Tregim (Ngjarje e jetuar, persona real\u00eb) Ne ishim kat\u00ebr matura q\u00eb po i afroheshim mbarimit t\u00eb gjimnazit pakngapak. Nuk e kishim v\u00ebrtet\u00eb lirin\u00eb ” e \u00e7mendur” q\u00eb kan\u00eb maturant\u00ebt e sot\u00ebm, po koh\u00ebn e mbanin n\u00ebn kontroll; b\u00ebnim aktivitete jasht\u00ebshkollore, sh\u00ebtitje n\u00eb vende historkike, arkeologjike, n\u00eb qytete t\u00eb ndryshme, aksione zonale […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":51418,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-tregime"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nEdhe un\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebngula n\u00eb timen
\n– Si t\u00eb duash, p\u00ebr sot ke nj\u00eb ” 1″
\nKlasa filloi t\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste. Ishte e shtun\u00eb dhe kishim vendosur t\u00eb b\u00ebnim Mbr\u00ebmje Arg\u00ebtimi pas m\u00ebsimeve.. Edhe pse e dinte arsyen e p\u00ebshp\u00ebritjeve n\u00eb klas\u00eb, ai e vuri nj\u00ebshin n\u00eb regjist\u00ebr..P\u00ebr fatin ton\u00eb, m\u00ebsuese Tefta q\u00eb kaloi at\u00eb \u00e7ast para klas\u00ebs son\u00eb dogjoi zhurm\u00eb dhe hyri n\u00eb klas\u00eb.
\n– U mor ndonj\u00eb not\u00eb negative sot?
\nM’u drejtua mua, se isha komandant klase.
\n– Po, – u p\u00ebrgjigja i qet\u00eb- Mora un\u00eb nj\u00ebsh.
\nAjo u kthye nga m\u00ebsuesi i l\u00ebnd\u00ebs.
\n– Nuk pranoi t\u00eb ngrihej n\u00eb m\u00ebsim- i tha ai.
\nM\u00ebsuese Tefta u afrua te katedra.
\n– Ti ke b\u00ebr\u00eb shaka, apo jo? – e pyeti
\nAi ia ktheu shp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs :
\n– Ja, shiko regjistrin n\u00eb s’beson.
\nAjo u p\u00ebrkul mbi regjistrin e hapur, shikoi e p\u00ebrq\u00ebndruar, pastaj mori stilolapsin dhe i shtoi nj\u00ebshit nj\u00eb zero, e b\u00ebri dhjet\u00eb. M’u drejtua mua :
\n– Nuk more nj\u00ebsh- tha dhe shkeli syrin- More not\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, po her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr mos u b\u00ebj i pabindur.
\nDhe u largua. Ne menduam se m\u00ebsues Pirrua do zem\u00ebrohej dhe n\u00eb klas\u00eb pllakosi nj\u00eb heshtje e besszdisur p\u00ebr pak \u00e7aste. M\u00ebsuesi po shikonte nga dritarja dhe akoma nuk po kuptonim si do sillej pas k\u00ebsaj. Befas ai u afrua te banga ime, m\u00eb vuri dor\u00ebn mbi flok\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha :
\n– Ta kam falur q\u00eb t\u00eb mos d\u00ebnoj klas\u00ebn t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, po me nj\u00eb kusht.
\nUn\u00eb ngrita kok\u00ebn dhe e shikova n\u00eb sy.
\n– Q\u00eb t\u00eb pranoni edhe klas\u00ebn time n\u00eb Mbr\u00ebmjen tuaj sot. Dakord?
\nKlasa u p\u00ebrgjigj nj\u00ebz\u00ebri : E th\u00ebn\u00eb, e b\u00ebr\u00eb.
\nNeise, ne kishim edhe marr\u00ebveshje t\u00eb heshtura me maturat e tjera; aktivitete t\u00eb tilla b\u00ebheshin pas or\u00ebve t\u00eb m\u00ebsimit dhe Drejtori nuk vinte kurr\u00eb, k\u00ebsisoj ftonim edhe ndonj\u00eb klas\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, ose ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb b\u00ebheshim bashk\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha maturat dhe i k\u00ebrkonim \u00e7el\u00ebsin e palestr\u00ebs m\u00ebsuese Fejzie Fishekut. Nuk ma prishte, se un\u00eb kisha t\u00eb b\u00ebja nga gjyshja me t\u00eb. Pisk e kishim me m\u00ebsues Pavli Lafen. At\u00eb jo gjithmon\u00eb e kishim me vete-, sidoqoft\u00eb, me pak mundim e bindnim.
\nSi t\u00eb thuash , koha i kish ato ligje, po ne p\u00ebrpiqeshim t\u00eb gjenim shtigje, ve\u00e7 jo shtigje jasht\u00eb kufijve t\u00eb moralit ton\u00eb t\u00eb edukuar si duhej n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha drejtimet.
\nMbase e tep\u00ebrova ca me k\u00ebto holl\u00ebsi, po ja q\u00eb kur th\u00ebrret kujtimet e atyre viteve, ato vrapojn\u00eb nj\u00ebher\u00ebsh, si dhi arrakate dhe duan t\u00eb vendosen n\u00eb rreshtin e par\u00eb. Pa dhe aty nuk q\u00ebndrojn\u00eb; hidhen e k\u00ebrcejn\u00eb si t\u00ebp t\u00ebrbuara dhe nuk e len\u00eb nj\u00ebratjetr\u00ebn rehat.
\nJam i sigurt q\u00eb g\u00ebnjen ai q\u00eb thot\u00eb se nuk kam t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, se nuk ndodh k\u00ebshtu.
\nNj\u00eb t\u00eb diel, m\u00eb duket se ishte nj\u00ebzetenj\u00eb shkurti i vitit 1968, ndaj edhe e solla nd\u00ebrmend k\u00ebt\u00eb ndodhi, dol\u00ebm sh\u00ebtitje an\u00ebdetit si klas\u00eb. M\u00ebsuese Tefta nuk na shoq\u00ebroi, sepse duhet t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb ngush\u00ebllim n\u00eb Fier. P\u00ebr ne kjo nuk kish r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi. Ajo ishte e sigurt q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka do t\u00eb shkonte, nj\u00eblloj sikur t\u00eb ishte ajo me ne. Te Moli i Plazhit t\u00eb Ri vum\u00eb re nj\u00eb \u00e7ift disi t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb mosh\u00ebs son\u00eb. Kristaqi, Saimiri, Astriti, Af\u00ebrdita, Anthulla, Tonja dhe dy t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, mbase Tefta dhe Marika nis\u00ebn t\u00eb diskutonin, po flisnin ata t\u00eb tre rusisht, apo ndonj\u00eb sllavishte tjet\u00ebr. Shumica ishin t\u00eb mendimit q\u00eb po flisnin rusisht. I kund\u00ebrshtova, pasi isha i vetmi nx\u00ebn\u00ebs n\u00eb klas\u00eb q\u00eb e kisha pasion gjuh\u00ebn ruse. Petrit Salati ishte i t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtit mendim me mua. Ai pyet Eftali Canajn p\u00ebr siguri:
\n– Nuk arri ta p\u00ebrcaktoj dot – iu p\u00ebrgjigj ajo- Po t\u00eb ishte fjala p\u00ebr fr\u00ebngjishten…..N\u00eb rusisht pyetet vet\u00ebm- ajo tregoi me gisht nga un\u00eb.
\nDesha s’desha u afrova tek ata t\u00eb huajt dhe pyeta vajz\u00ebn:
\n– V\u00ebj ruski?
\nAjo qeshi. kIsh sy t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr, po nuk ishte e bukur; shoqet tona dallonin t\u00eb gjitha para saj. Fytyr\u00eb e kish me prenka dhe flok\u00ebt t\u00eb kuq\u00ebrremt\u00eb, si irlandez\u00ebt.
\n– Njet – m’u p\u00ebrgjigj – Polski..
\n– Iz Varshavje?
\n– Da, zhivjom v Tiranje.
\n– Po\u00e7jemu zhivjotje tam?
\nPolakja qeshi s\u00ebrish.
\n– Moj atjec ambasador Polskoj Re spublikje. Vash gorod , Vlora, prjekrasnaja.
\nU ndieva krenar q\u00eb m\u00eb mburri Vlor\u00ebn dhe e pyeta :
\n– Bolshe Varshavi?
\n– Varshavija bolshaja – ma ktheu ajo.
\nKaq ishte gjith\u00eb biseda me t\u00eb. Saimiri, Kristaqi dhe Eftalia q\u00eb ishin aty pran\u00eb e kuptuan, t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve ua thash un\u00eb. U larguam dhe gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb kthimit, Petriti vuri re nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb po na shihte me v\u00ebmendje kur ishim te Moli dhe po vinte pas nesh edhe tani.
\n– M\u00eb duket se po na ndjek – i tha ai Astritit.
\n– \u00c7’pun\u00eb ka ai me ne – u habit Anthulla.
\n– Ashtu t\u00eb duket ty – ia ktheu edhe Kristaqi- Mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn e tij, si puna jon\u00eb.
\nNuk foli m\u00eb njeri. N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb nuk kish arsye q\u00eb dikush t\u00eb na ndiqte; Ishim disa maturant\u00eb q\u00eb sh\u00ebtisnim t\u00eb qet\u00eb, t\u00eb veshur thjesht\u00eb, pa zhurm\u00eb dhe pa z\u00ebra t\u00eb lart\u00eb…Nuk p\u00ebrb\u00ebnim asnj\u00eb pik\u00ebpjekje me shqet\u00ebsimin. Dhe ashtu, po t\u00eb qet\u00eb, u kthyem n\u00eb sht\u00ebpit\u00eb tona p\u00ebr t\u00eb pushuar e p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitur m\u00ebsimet e t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmes..
\nAs q\u00eb na shkonte n\u00ebp\u00ebrmend q\u00eb, edhe pse t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm e t\u00eb \u00e7ilt\u00ebr para vetes dhe para Zotit, ishim b\u00ebr\u00eb shkaktar\u00eb shqet\u00ebsimi p\u00ebr Deg\u00ebn e Pun\u00ebve t\u00eb Brend\u00ebshme t\u00eb qytetit.
\nT\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, sapo ra zilja p\u00ebr mbarimin e or\u00ebs s\u00eb dyt\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsimit, hyri n\u00eb klas\u00eb m\u00ebsuese Tefta dhe lajm\u00ebroi .
\n– Saimiri, Kristaqi dhe ti – ajo m’u drejtua mua me gisht – n\u00eb or\u00ebn nj\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jeni n\u00eb Deg\u00ebn e Pun\u00ebve t\u00eb Brend\u00ebshme. Nisuni q\u00eb tani q\u00eb t\u00eb arrini n\u00eb koh\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb para dy jav\u00ebsh, disa nga ne djemt\u00eb i th\u00ebrriste n\u00eb Drejtori nj\u00eb oficer i Deg\u00ebs Ushtarake dhe u b\u00ebnte propagand\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonin p\u00ebr studime n\u00eb ” Sholl\u00ebn e Bashkuar” Q\u00eb t\u00eb jem i ndersh\u00ebm me ju e me vete, askush nuk kish pranuar t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb at\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Na trembte rroba ushtarake, na dukej sikur do humbisnim lirin\u00eb n\u00ebn at\u00eb uniform\u00eb dhe, \u00e7’ishte m\u00eb e keqja, nuk na vinte mir\u00eb t\u00eb rrinim tre vite si murgj\u00ebr, pa shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e vajzave.Pastaj, tek e fundit, secili nga ne kish prirjet e veta p\u00ebr n\u00eb jet\u00ebn civile, dikush donte t\u00eb b\u00ebhej m\u00ebsues, nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr mjek, dikush inxhinjer. Nuk donim ta kufizonim jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb te arti ushtarak, nuk donim t\u00eb ishim gjithnj\u00eb n\u00ebn urdh\u00ebra ose t\u00eb jepnim gjithnj\u00eb urdh\u00ebra.
\nK\u00ebsisoj, menduam se na kishin thirrur p\u00ebr at\u00eb pun\u00eb. Po pse vet\u00ebm ne t\u00eb tre? Mos e kishin vendosur k\u00ebt\u00eb?
\nPo ecnim t\u00eb heshtur t\u00eb tre, secili me mendimet dhe dyshimet e zymta n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Saimiri foli i pari:
\n– Po mir\u00eb, po t\u00eb qe p\u00ebr shkoll\u00ebn ushtarake do na kishin thirrur n\u00eb Deg\u00ebn Ushtarake, pse n\u00eb at\u00eb t\u00eb Pun\u00ebve t\u00eb Brend\u00ebshme?
\n– Ka t\u00eb drejt\u00eb- i thash un\u00eb Kristaqit, i cili nuk foli fare. M\u00eb hodhi nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim shp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs, si\u00e7 b\u00ebnte zakonisht n\u00eb t\u00eb tilla raste dhe vet\u00ebm tundi kok\u00ebn, sikur t\u00eb donte t\u00eb thosh : “Pse m\u00eb thua mua? Un\u00eb di aq sa di edhe ti! ”
\nE lam\u00eb dyshimin jetim dhe vijuam rrug\u00ebn n\u00eb heshtje. Para gjimnazit ” Halim Xhelo” takuam Adriatikun, shokun tim t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. Na pyeti me shaka :
\n– Mos u ka z\u00ebn\u00eb qymyri me gocat tona?
\nQesh\u00ebm dhe i tham\u00eb arsyen. Ai u duk i \u00e7uditur, po nuk tha asgj\u00eb.
\n– E di \u00e7’ke ti – u hodha un\u00eb- do t’u themi atyre q\u00eb t\u00eb marrin nga gjimnazi juaj p\u00ebr n\u00eb Shkoll\u00ebn e Bashkuar. Ju jeni m\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitur fizikisht. Gjithmon\u00eb keni dal\u00eb para nesh n\u00eb garat sportive.
\nAi qeshi dhe u largua.. Pa dy minutash ishim para Deg\u00ebs s\u00eb Pun\u00ebve t\u00eb Brend\u00ebshme. Nuk na lan\u00eb koh\u00eb as t\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndesnim, na fut\u00ebn me nxitim n\u00eb tri dhoma t\u00eb ndryshme.Ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb po ballafaqohesha n\u00eb k\u00ebto dyer, q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb pranoj se ishin t\u00eb frik\u00ebshme at\u00ebhere.
\nPersoni q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrball\u00eb m\u00eb kish ngulur syt\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7udit\u00ebshme, po duke mos ditur arsyen e k\u00ebtij veprimi t\u00eb papritur, edhe nuk i vura r\u00ebnd\u00ebsin\u00eb e duhur atij lloj shikimi. N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb un\u00eb dija ta zot\u00ebroja veten dhe t\u00eb ruaja qet\u00ebsin\u00eb. Peripecit\u00eb familiare q\u00eb pata kaluar q\u00eb n\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri ma kishin l\u00ebn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dhurat\u00eb. Shikimit t\u00eb tij ngacmues iu p\u00ebrgjigja pa e dh\u00ebn\u00eb veten. Kisha lexuar aq shum\u00eb libra policor\u00eb, po edhe t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, q\u00eb kishin t\u00eb b\u00ebnin me situata t\u00eb tilla psikologjike, saq\u00eb po m\u00eb dukej edhe qesharak ky njeri q\u00eb i kish v\u00ebn\u00eb vetes t\u00eb luante rolin e dedektivit Alen Pinkerton, Roshes\u00eb apo Puarros\u00eb. Si e pa q\u00eb nuk m\u00eb mundi dot psikologjikisht, ai hyri drejt e n\u00eb tem\u00eb
\n– Dje keni takuar te Moli i Plazhit t\u00eb Ri Ambasadorin e Polonis\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb?
\nU qet\u00ebsova disi, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn mora vesh arsyen e gjith\u00eb k\u00ebtij veprimi akrobatik. Ndjeva neveri. \u00c7’kish k\u00ebtu arsye q\u00eb k\u00ebta ” dedektiv\u00eb” majmun\u00eb, imitues t\u00eb atyre q\u00eb p\u00ebrmenda m\u00eb sip\u00ebr, t\u00eb shkrinin gjith\u00eb talentin e tyre p\u00ebr t\u00eb kapur tre ” krminel\u00eb” q\u00eb kishin folur rusisht me dik\u00eb, pavar\u00ebsisht cili qe ai? U p\u00ebrgjigja thjesht\u00eb dhe prer\u00eb :
\n– Po, fol\u00ebm me vajz\u00ebn e Ambasadorit, jo me at\u00eb.
\nTjetri vijonte t\u00eb mbante at\u00eb q\u00ebndrimin e kapardisur t\u00eb atij q\u00eb sa pat zbuluar ” kriminelin”.
\n– Fol\u00ebt me t\u00eb polonisht?
\n– Jo, nuk e njoh polonishten, fol\u00ebm rusisht.
\n– Fole vet\u00ebm ti, apo jo?
\n– Po, se un\u00eb flas mir\u00eb rusisht. Desha t\u00eb them m\u00eb mir\u00eb se t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.
\n– Mund ta di se p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb biseduat?
\nI tregova gjith\u00eb bised\u00ebn.
\n– Kaq ?- pyeti dyshues.
\n– Kjo ishte e gjitha – ia ktheva i qet\u00eb.
\nDoli p\u00ebrjashta, duke e l\u00ebn\u00eb der\u00ebn hapur. Pas nja dy minutave u kthye dhe m\u00eb b\u00ebri shenj\u00eb q\u00eb t’i shkoja pas, p\u00ebrmes nj\u00eb korridori t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb. Hym\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb t\u00eb pandri\u00e7uar mir\u00eb, me perde t\u00eb mbyllura. Pa meje erdh\u00ebn edhe Saimiri me Kristaqin. Nuk na ul\u00ebn. P\u00ebrball\u00eb nesh ishte nj\u00eb mesoburr\u00eb, q\u00eb si\u00e7 e m\u00ebsuam m\u00eb von\u00eb ishte N\u00ebnkryetari i Deg\u00ebs s\u00eb Pun\u00ebve t\u00eb Brend\u00ebshme.
\n– Ju e dini q\u00eb ata jan\u00eb revizionist\u00eb dhe k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb rastin q\u00eb t\u00eb provokojn\u00eb – nisi t\u00eb fliste me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, pa e ngritur kok\u00ebn.
\n– Po, e dim\u00eb, e kishim t\u00eb qart\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb- u p\u00ebrgjigja un\u00eb.
\nTjetri ngriti kok\u00ebn. Shikimi i tij m’u duk i but\u00eb, njer\u00ebzor.
\n– Bashk\u00eb jemi n\u00eb mardh\u00ebnie miq\u00ebsore, po ti nuk m\u00eb njeh.
\nMbase priste q\u00eb ta pyesja p\u00ebr at\u00eb njohje, po nuk e b\u00ebra at\u00eb hap.
\n– Nuk keni b\u00ebr\u00eb ndonj\u00eb gabim, po ju thirra m\u00eb tep\u00ebr p\u00ebr t’ju kujtuar q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebni kujdes n\u00eb raste t\u00eb tilla.
\nDuke ndier\u00eb p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsin\u00eb e ” kriminelit kryesor ” n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mesele, vijova t\u00eb flisja un\u00eb:
\n-Edhe n\u00ebse na provokojn\u00eb, them se jemi n\u00eb gj\u00ebndje t’u japim p\u00ebrgjigjen e duhur.
\nAi u duk i k\u00ebnaqur nga ajo q\u00eb d\u00ebgjoi .
\n– Sigurisht – tha – Jeni maturant\u00eb dhe, mesa m\u00eb than\u00eb jeni nd\u00ebr nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb Gjimnazit. – B\u00ebri nj\u00eb pauz\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, pastaj shtoi – Tani mund t\u00eb largoheni. Do t’u jepja edhe nj\u00eb k\u00ebshill\u00eb : Shkolla Ushtarake nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe aq e keqe, nuk dol\u00ebm t\u00eb humbur ne q\u00eb e mbaruam at\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebrsh\u00ebndet\u00ebm dhe u larguam . Deri sa arrit\u00ebm te cepi i Gjimnazit ” Halim Xhelo” nuk shk\u00ebmbyem as shikim, e jo m\u00eb fjal\u00eb me njeritjetrin. Heshtjen e theu i pari Saimiri. N\u00ebna e tij ishte Shefe e Seksionit t\u00eb Arsimit n\u00eb Komitetin Ekzekutiv t\u00eb rrethit..
\n– Ajo do ta ket\u00eb marr\u00eb vesh – tha – N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb pret Lufta e Tret\u00eb Bot\u00ebrore sot.
\nN\u00eb krye t\u00eb her\u00ebs mendova se ishte frikacak dhe e gjykova keq, po m\u00eb pas e kuptova q\u00eb kish t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Duke qen\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend pune t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm, asaj mind t’i kish vajtur lajmi p\u00ebr ” krimin” q\u00eb kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb ne. Vendosa t\u00eb b\u00ebja pak humor, edhe pse nuk ishte n\u00eb natyr\u00ebn time.
\n– Ej, djema, nuk dukemi ca si ” Tre mosk\u00ebtier\u00ebt” ?
\nKristaqi qeshi pa teklif. Saimiri vuri pak buz\u00ebn n\u00eb gaz, po m’u duk se buz\u00ebqeshja i ngriu n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb.
\n– Un\u00eb jam Aramis – vijova
\n– Un\u00eb Atos – u hodh Kristaqi.
\nSaimiri nuk po ndihej.. E shtyta leht\u00eb te supi.
\n– Thuaj q\u00eb je Partos.
\nM\u00eb n\u00eb fund edhe ai u \u00e7lirua nga ankthi.
\n– Jo, jam D’Artanjan – tha.
\nIsha i bindur q\u00eb ia kisha arritur q\u00ebllimit; doja q\u00eb kur t\u00eb hynim n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb mos dukeshim si viktima, po si heronj. Ua thash k\u00ebt\u00eb te oborri i shkoll\u00ebs dhe m\u00eb dhan\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb.
\nShoqet dhe shok\u00ebt e klas\u00ebs po na prisnin me padurim dhe kur mor\u00ebn vesh pse na kishin thirrur, nis\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin t\u00eb falur, q\u00eb m\u00eb kishin nxitur t\u00eb flisja me at\u00eb ” Polaken qimekuqe”
\nRaimonda tha me inat t\u00eb pap\u00ebrmbajtur :
\n– U b\u00eb shkak ajo e shpifura e djallit, q\u00eb rrezik po t\u00eb na dali n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebr, do na tromaksi!
\nI tregova Bukuroshes q\u00eb ishim vetshpallur tre mosk\u00ebtier\u00ebt. Ajo ua tha t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve .N\u00eb \u00e7astin e par\u00eb ata t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kishin mbetur si t\u00eb shastisur nga ajo q\u00eb u treguam ne, po tashm\u00eb e keqja kish kaluar, k\u00ebsisoj t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ia plas\u00ebn gazit dhe nis\u00ebn t\u00eb b\u00ebnin aq shum\u00eb zhurm\u00eb e rr\u00ebmuj\u00eb, sa erdhi drejtori dhe na tha ne t\u00eb treve:
\n– Qenkeni kthyer ju Diplomat\u00ebt e Karrier\u00ebs?
\nNuk e kuptuam n\u00eb e kish seriozisht, apo b\u00ebri shaka. Ai ishte ironik dhe ne druheshim t\u00eb flisnim lirsh\u00ebm si me m\u00ebsuesit e tjer\u00eb.Pastaj m’u drejtua mua :
\n– Ti ke k\u00ebrkuar t\u00eb studiosh p\u00ebr Shkencat Politike?
\n– Jo Drejtor. p\u00ebr Gazetari.
\nM\u00eb rrahu shpatullat leht\u00eb.
\n– Po mir\u00eb, aty af\u00ebr jan\u00eb. I dhe provat e para.
\nKur iku ai shok\u00ebt nis\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb ngacmonin dhe tashm\u00eb q\u00eb ajo q\u00eb ndodhi thuajse qe harruar, Anthulla, Raimonda dhe Bukuroshja k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul\u00ebn q\u00eb t’i qirasja me nga nj\u00eb kula\u00e7 pes\u00eb lek\u00ebsh, ” ingranazh” si\u00e7 i quanim ne me humor.<\/p>\n
\nJa ku jemi dhe kujtojm\u00eb \u00e7’ka iku… Sido q\u00eb ish.<\/p>\n
\nDashuri cigane<\/b><\/h3>\n
\n– Po \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e holl\u00eb dhe do marr\u00ebsh ndonj\u00eb t\u00eb ftohur k\u00ebshtu – k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguli Hektori. pastaj, duke menduar se mos tjetri dyshonte q\u00eb triken po ia falte pa lejen e prind\u00ebrve, shtoi – Ma dha n\u00ebna, sepse t\u00eb pa vet pardje dhe m\u00eb pyeti p\u00ebrse ishe veshur aq holl\u00eb. I thash t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb trikja jote, un\u00eb nuk e \u00e7oj prap\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Si do t’i them sime m\u00ebje, q\u00eb ti nuk e pranove dhurat\u00ebn e saj?<\/p>\n
\n– E dini- na tha – Ne jemi kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, un\u00eb jam m\u00eb i vogli. K\u00ebt\u00eb trike e kemi veshur t\u00eb kat\u00ebr, duke ia l\u00ebn\u00eb njeritjetrit.
\nQeshi dhe n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij vum\u00eb re mir\u00ebnjohjen.
\n– Faleminderit – tha thjesht\u00eb, po shikimi i tij thoshte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se aq. Sikur t\u00eb ishte tip q\u00eb fliste, nga goja e tij do t\u00eb rridhte lum\u00eb fjal\u00ebsh, po Manushi ishte i kursyer, m\u00eb shum\u00eb mendonte dhe d\u00ebgjonte, Muajt e par\u00eb edhe m\u00ebsuesit krijuan nj\u00ebrshtypje t\u00eb gabuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb; menduan mos ishte dembel dhe me mang\u00ebsi n\u00eb njohurit\u00eb e marra n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn e fshatit nga kish ardhur. Nuk e ngrinte kurr\u00eb dor\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur, k\u00ebsisoj edhe m\u00ebsuesit nuk ia trazonin at\u00eb bot\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb meditimit. Po gjith\u00e7ka ndryshoi dit\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb m\u00ebsimit, para se t\u00eb merrnim pushimet dim\u00ebrore. Manushi rrinte n\u00eb bang\u00ebn para meje, me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb ishte edhe m\u00eb e madhe se ne n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, sepse ishte futur me vones\u00eb n\u00eb klas\u00ebn e par\u00eb, pasi prind\u00ebrit e saj pat\u00ebn ardhur nga Dropulli dhe ajo nuk e fliste mir\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn shqipe, po ishte edhe shtatlart\u00eb , e sh\u00ebndet\u00ebshme dhe trazova\u00e7e Parashqevia sa her\u00eb vinte re q\u00eb ai e humbiste torruan, e pickonte aq fort, sa ai ndjente dh\u00ebmbje, po nuk b\u00ebnte z\u00eb. At\u00eb dit\u00eb ajo nuk e pickoi si her\u00ebt e tjera, po i shkeli k\u00ebmb\u00ebn me k\u00ebpuc\u00ebn e saj, q\u00eb e kishte pa frik\u00eb num\u00ebr dyzet\u00eb. Manushi b\u00ebrtiti. M\u00ebsuesi i matematik\u00ebs, q\u00eb qe n\u00eb prag t\u00eb pensionit e kish pak dor\u00ebn si t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe ose na shkulte veshin, ose na kapte hund\u00ebn me dy gishta dhe na i shtr\u00ebngonte fort, aq sa na rridhnin lot\u00eb nga syt\u00eb. U afrua qet\u00ebqet\u00eb, po Manushi u shty n\u00eb krahun tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb shmangur nd\u00ebshkimin.. M\u00ebsues Shezaiu u nxeh dhe u mat ta q\u00ebllonte me t\u00eb prapt\u00ebn e p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00ebs. Mua m\u00eb erdhi keq dhe nd\u00ebrhyra:<\/p>\n
\nMendova se nuk do m\u00eb kund\u00ebrvihej, sepse e kisha patur m\u00ebsues edhe n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn shtat\u00ebvje\u00e7are, ku un\u00eb isha Komandant \u00c7ete dhe g\u00ebzoja nj\u00eb far\u00eb respekti edhe nga shok\u00ebt, edhe nga m\u00ebsuesit e tjer\u00eb. Mir\u00ebpo” i kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb hesapet pa hanxhin\u00eb”
\n– Ashtu?- m’u hak\u00ebrrye – Bukur fort, dilni t\u00eb dy p\u00ebrjashta!
\nKuptohet, fjal\u00ebn nuk ia b\u00ebnim dot dy.
\nDol\u00ebm dhe po rrinim n\u00eb oborrin para shkoll\u00ebs. Klas\u00ebn e kishim n\u00eb katin e par\u00eb. Ai zgjati kok\u00ebn te dritarja dhe na b\u00ebri shenj q\u00eb t\u00eb largoheshim. Kur u ul\u00ebm n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol druri vura re q\u00eb Manushi kish nj\u00eb fletore n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Un\u00eb nuk para jam kurreshtar, madje anoj nga njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb nuk b\u00ebhen merak p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb ndodhin p\u00ebrreth, po m\u00eb b\u00ebri p\u00ebrshtypje m\u00ebnyra si e mbante ai at\u00eb fletore; e kish b\u00ebr\u00eb cilind\u00ebr dhe e shtr\u00ebngonte n\u00eb gjoks, sikur t\u00eb druhej mos ia merrnin.<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb \u00e7astin e par\u00eb Manushu u hutua, u skuq, po rrinte n\u00eb m\u00ebdyshje, pa m\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje, po si e pa q\u00eb un\u00eb po ngulmoja n\u00eb kurreshtjen time, ma zgjati fletoren.
\n– Kam b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb tregim – tha qet\u00eb,
\n– Ashtu? Nuk e dija q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00eblqen let\u00ebrsia.
\nManushi u skuq deri te vesh\u00ebt, mendoi mos un\u00eb e merrja p\u00ebr mburrje talentin e tij. K\u00ebshtu ishim ne at\u00ebhere… Na vinte turp t\u00eb tregonim aft\u00ebsit\u00eb dhe dhuntit\u00eb tona… Ishim m\u00eb t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb se\u00e7 duhej, po k\u00ebtu q\u00ebndronte dhe fuqia e karakterit dhe e shpirtit ton\u00eb.
\n– P\u00ebrse b\u00ebn fjal\u00eb?
\n– Lexoje – m\u00eb tha.
\nKish nj\u00eb shkrim t\u00eb bukur dhe t\u00eb kuptuesh\u00ebm, k\u00ebshtuq\u00eb e lexova me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb. Kur e mbarova, arrita t’i jap p\u00ebrgjigje edhe habis\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb shok\u00ebve, pse ai djal\u00eb shpesh e treste shikimin n\u00eb t\u00eb paduk\u00ebshmen, p\u00ebrtej oborrit, rrug\u00ebs kryesore, pallateve …P\u00ebrtej meditimit.
\nTregimi m\u00eb p\u00eblqeu dhe ajo q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri m\u00eb tep\u00ebr p\u00ebrshtypje ishte tema q\u00eb kish zgjedhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb l\u00ebvruar. Me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb kish r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me nj\u00eb cigane… I thash\u00eb mendimin tim dhe e pyeta:
\n– Nga ke g\u00ebrmuar q\u00eb e ke gjetur k\u00ebt\u00eb tem\u00eb?
\n– Pse, t\u00eb p\u00eblqen?
\n– Sigurisht. \u00cbsht\u00eb p\u00ebrfytyrim\/?
\nManushi u purpush s\u00ebrish n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb. Ia p\u00ebrs\u00ebrita pyetjen.Ai uli syt\u00eb dhe u p\u00ebrgjigj me nj\u00eb fije z\u00ebri:
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb ndodhi e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Personazhi jam un\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb krye t\u00eb her\u00ebs mendova se b\u00ebri shaka, po dikur, si e kish mbledhur vetev pas hutimit t\u00eb par\u00eb, u kthye nga un\u00eb, m\u00eb hodhi nj\u00eb shikim ngulmues, si t\u00eb m\u00eb pyeste” Pse nuk t\u00eb besohet, \u00ebsht\u00eb e jashtzakon\u00ebshme kjo?” dhe buz\u00ebqeshi.
\n– E di q\u00eb po t\u00eb duket e pabesueshme, po ja q\u00eb un\u00eb kam r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me at\u00eb cigane.
\nNuk dija \u00e7’t’i thosha. Doja t’ia shkrepja t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebs me t\u00eb madhe, po, nga ana tjet\u00ebr, kur shihja r\u00ebnd\u00ebsin\u00eb q\u00eb u jepte fjal\u00ebve q\u00eb thosh, e frenoja veten. Vet\u00ebm e pyeta:
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb e bukur ajo?
\n– Si zanat e p\u00ebrrallave, si Shehrezade – u p\u00ebrgjigj ai.
\nVura re si i shk\u00eblqyen syt\u00eb, tamam si dielli q\u00eb del pasi davariten ret\u00eb. Ne ishim vet\u00ebm kat\u00ebrmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7ar\u00eb, po Manushi ishte m\u00eb i matur dhe me nj\u00eb pjekuri t\u00eb parakoh\u00ebshme n\u00eb krahasim me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.
\n– Dhe nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ….e zez\u00eb n. fytyr\u00eb? e pyeta ashtu, duke ngat\u00ebrruar fjal\u00ebt n\u00ebp\u00ebr dh\u00ebmb\u00eb.
\nManushi qeshi:
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb esmere, jo e zez\u00eb, me flok\u00eb t\u00eb zeza si nata e dimrit dhe me sy jeshil. T\u00eb thash\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb si Shehrezade.
\nTashm\u00eb isha b\u00ebr\u00eb kurreshtar. Shehrezadja e nj\u00ebmij\u00ebenj\u00eb net\u00ebve p\u00ebr ne ishte vajza e \u00ebndrave. T\u00eb ishte v\u00ebrtet\u00eb aq e bukur ajo cigane?
\n– Po ti si e njohe? – e pyeta i zhveshur nga mendimi q\u00eb vajza ishte cigane.
\n– Kan\u00eb nj\u00eb muaj q\u00eb kan\u00eb ngritur \u00e7adrat p\u00ebrkarshi sht\u00ebpive tona. B\u00ebjn\u00eb kanistra e shporta me thupra. N\u00eb fillim m\u00eb afroi d\u00ebshira p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb nga af\u00ebr si i thurnin shportat e kanistrat, si i p\u00ebrpunonin thuprat, po bukuria e ciganes m\u00eb la pa m\u00ebndje. Gjith\u00eb pasdrek\u00ebn e kaloj atje. Edhe n\u00ebn\u00ebs i ka r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy, se m\u00eb ka par\u00eb duke biseduar me at\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Rri e rri e m\u00eb ngacmom :
\n– Nuk e ke b\u00ebr\u00eb keq p\u00ebrzgjedhjen. Me shportat dhe kanistrat e saj, do t\u00eb hedhim gjysm\u00ebn e vitit. Gjysm\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr me zanatin q\u00eb do marr\u00ebsh ti.
\nManushi heshti.
\n– E ke puthur?- e pyeta me shaka.
\n– Jo, \u00e7ne, ajo nuk t\u00eb l\u00eb as t’i afrohesh,
\n– As ia ke shprehur dashurin\u00eb?
\nAi qeshi, duke nxjerr\u00eb n\u00eb pah ca dh\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e t\u00eb bardh\u00eb, si n\u00eb reklamin e tubetit t\u00eb past\u00ebs s\u00eb dh\u00ebmb\u00ebve.
\n– Jemi kuptuar pa fjal\u00eb – u p\u00ebrgjigj atyp\u00ebraty.
\nTani ishte radha ime q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb qeshja dhe qesha \u00e7ilt\u00ebr, megjith\u00eb shpirt.
\n– Pse qesh?- u keqkuptua ai.
\n– Qesh me ty. Po si mund ta dij\u00eb ajo cigane q\u00eb ti po p\u00ebrv\u00eblohesh p\u00ebr t\u00eb, kur ti nuk ia thua?
\nPo u b\u00ebra pishm\u00ebnt q\u00eb i thash ato fjal\u00eb. M’u kujtua nj\u00eb shprehje e tregimit t\u00eb Manushit , q\u00eb sapo e kisha lexuar : ” N\u00eb dashuri nuk duhen fjal\u00ebt…Flasin ve\u00e7 syt\u00eb.”
\nQesha s\u00ebrish duke tundur kryet, po k\u00ebt\u00eb here i rraha shpatullat, duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb :
\n– Ke t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, ata q\u00eb dashurohen kuptohen ve\u00e7 me sy.
\nTing\u00ebllima e fort\u00eb e ziles na nd\u00ebrpreu bised\u00ebn. Duhet t\u00eb ishim n\u00eb klasa para se t\u00eb niste ora tjet\u00ebr e m\u00ebsimit, megjith\u00ebse me m\u00ebsuesin e let\u00ebrsis\u00eb, Daut Shtinon un\u00eb pata krijuar mardh\u00ebnie t\u00eb mira dhe isha i sigurt q\u00eb nuk do na hiqte vrejtjen edhe po t\u00eb vonoheshim, po nuk doja t\u00eb p\u00ebrfitoja nga kjo. M\u00ebsues Dauti m\u00eb trajtonte si shok dhe kish deklaruar n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha klasat e tjera q\u00eb un\u00eb isha absolut n\u00eb l\u00ebnd\u00ebn e tij, sidomos n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn shqipe: ” E njeh drejtshkrimin m\u00eb mir\u00eb se m\u00ebsuesit e gjuh\u00ebs” – p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste sa her\u00eb binte fjala p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrmendur emrin tim.
\nFletoren e mbaja un\u00eb akoma. Befas m\u00eb shkrepi n\u00eb kok\u00eb nj\u00eb mendim i papeshuar gjat\u00eb. E lash Manushin t\u00eb hynte n\u00eb klas\u00eb para meje dhe vet prita jasht\u00eb der\u00ebs m\u00ebsues Dautin, i cili u shqet\u00ebsua, sepse mendoi se mund t\u00eb kisha ndonj\u00eb problem.
\n– Nuk kam gj\u00eb- e qet\u00ebsova dhe i zgjata fletoren- \u00cbsht\u00eb e Manushit. Ka shkruar nj\u00eb tregim shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. Po ua jap ta shikoni edhe ju.
\nAt\u00eb or\u00eb q\u00eblloi q\u00eb kishim hartim. Ne at\u00ebhere nuk e njihnim ” Esen\u00eb” B\u00ebnim hartim p\u00ebr tema letrare ose t\u00eb lira. M\u00ebsuesi shkroi tem\u00ebn n\u00eb d\u00ebrras\u00ebn e zez\u00eb dhe vet u ul, hapi fletoren e Manushit dhe nisi t\u00eb lexonte tregimin p\u00ebr ciganen. Dytri her\u00eb ngriti kok\u00ebn, hodhi shikimin nga Manushi ngultaz, Pastaj e mbylli fletoren, ma solli mua, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb :
\n– Kishe t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, qenka i talentuar, duhet t\u00eb punojm\u00eb me t\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb eci m\u00eb tej.
\nQ\u00eb prej asaj dite m\u00ebsuesit e ndryshuan p\u00ebrshtypjen q\u00eb pat\u00ebn krijuar p\u00ebr shokun ton\u00eb. N\u00eb semestrin e dyt\u00eb u b\u00eb m\u00eb i shkath\u00ebt, merrte pjes\u00eb gjall\u00ebrisht n\u00eb m\u00ebsim. Sekretin e ciganes ne t\u00eb dy e mbajt\u00ebm gjat\u00eb. Edhe m\u00ebsues Dauti nuk na kish pyetur n\u00ebse tregimi ishte i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb apo pjell\u00eb e p\u00ebrfytyrimit t\u00eb Manushit
\nAty nga dit\u00ebt e fundit t\u00eb shkurtit Manushi m\u00eb ftoi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tij. Erdhi edhe Hektori me ne. Sht\u00ebpia ishte shum\u00eb pran\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs, po e \u00ebma e tij kish shkuar diku dhe nuk qe kthyer akoma. Un\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebngula ta prisnim. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb vum\u00eb re \u00e7adrat e cigan\u00ebve . Disa burra po p\u00ebrgatisnin thuprat, nd\u00ebrsa dy gra dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb rreth tremb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7e po thurnin kanistra.U afruam tek ata. Njera nga grat\u00eb i foli n\u00eb em\u00ebr Manushit.
\n– Nuk t\u00eb pam\u00eb as dje, as pardje – tha ajo- Ke b\u00ebr\u00eb mungesa.
\nShoku yn\u00eb u skuq.
\n-M\u00ebsimet – ia ktheu ai.
\nMua m\u00eb mbet\u00ebn syt\u00eb te vajza. At\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00ebsova edhe si e quanin.
\n– Manushaqja u lodh duke par\u00eb nga oborri yt – vijoi gruaja, q\u00eb mesa kuptova ishte e \u00ebma e Manushaqes – Sidoqoft\u00eb, tabel\u00ebn e shum\u00ebzimit e m\u00ebsoi p\u00ebrmend\u00ebsh. Tani i mbetet pjestimi n\u00eb kolon\u00eb, mir\u00eb e thash\u00eb?- iu drejtua ajo vajz\u00ebs.
\nCigania q\u00eb kish rr\u00ebmbyer zemr\u00ebn e shokut ton\u00eb t\u00eb klas\u00ebs pohoi me kok\u00eb dhe vijoi t\u00eb l\u00ebvizte duart me nj\u00eb shpejt\u00ebsi t\u00eb habit\u00ebshme. Un\u00eb nuk po ndaja dot admirimin p\u00ebr Manushaqen e bukur si nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb burimi me admirimin p\u00ebr Manushaqen q\u00eb thurte kanistrat me ato duart q\u00eb ngjanin me duart e nj\u00eb njeriu tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebrball\u00eb saj. Sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb e shihja vajz\u00ebn duarart\u00eb, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb i jepja t\u00eb drejt\u00eb Manushit q\u00eb kish r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb.P\u00ebrpiqesha t’i shoq\u00ebroja me sy l\u00ebvizjet e duarve t\u00eb saj. P\u00ebrpiqesha t\u00eb dalloja ngjyr\u00ebn e syve t\u00eb saj. Po nuk mundja t\u00eb b\u00ebja asnjer\u00ebn nga t\u00eb dyja. Dikur vajza e mbaroi s\u00eb thururi kanistr\u00ebn, e vendosi me t\u00eb tjerat dhe u ngrit n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, na hodhi nj\u00eb sy t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb ne t\u00eb treve dhe e pyeti Manushin pa drojtje:
\n– Shok\u00ebt e klas\u00ebs:
\n– Po.
\n– Ky duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb …
\nAjo tha emrin tim. Mesaduket, Manushi i kish folur p\u00ebr mua.
\n– Po ky tjetri?
\n– Hektori.
\nEdhe z\u00ebri i ciganes s\u00eb vog\u00ebl ishte sikur t\u00eb zbriste nga qiejt, s\u00eb bashku me mug\u00ebtir\u00ebn e agut, apo me muzgun e nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjeje. Po syt\u00eb? Un\u00eb po p\u00ebrpiqesha t\u00eb p\u00ebrcaktoja ngjyr\u00ebn e tyre, S\u00eb pari m’u duk\u00ebn jeshil. Pas pak blu t\u00eb thell\u00eb. Dikur gri me nuanca fijore jeshile dhe kafe.
\nO Zot i madh! Ata ngjanin me dy ylbere q\u00eb kthjellonin shpirtin dhe afronin mendimin.
\nCigania na k\u00ebrkoi falje dhe u ul e nisi t\u00eb thurte kanistr\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr. Q\u00eb t\u00eb jem i \u00e7ilt\u00ebr edhe me veten, nuk kisha d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb largohesha nga ato \u00e7adra cigane, q\u00eb kishin rritur nj\u00eb \u00cbngj\u00ebll si Manushaqja., po erdhi n\u00ebna e Manushit q\u00eb na vuri re dhe na ftoi t\u00eb futeshim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\n– Po shihnim me d\u00ebshir\u00eb cigan\u00ebt si i thurnin kanistrat
\n– i tha Hektori.
\nGruaja qeshi
\n– Kanistrat apo at\u00eb djallushk\u00ebn e vog\u00ebl, Manushaqen? – ajo shikoi t\u00eb birin, q\u00eb b\u00ebri sikur nuk d\u00ebgjoi. Pastaj shtoi – M\u00ebkat q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb arixheshk\u00eb!
\n– Cigane – e koregjoi Manushi.
\nE \u00ebma b\u00ebri nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb shp\u00ebrfill\u00ebse me dor\u00eb, sikur t\u00eb thosh : Nj\u00eblloj \u00ebsht\u00eb, kjo s’ka r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi!”
\nAjo na qerasi me liko rrushi, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e mburri, q\u00eb ishte m\u00eb e mira q\u00eb kish p\u00ebrgatitur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb.. Nuk u fol m\u00eb p\u00ebr Manushaqen.
\nN\u00eb sy t\u00eb Hektorit edhe un\u00eb nuk thash asgj\u00eb, kurse t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen ia dhash hapur mendimin tim Manushit:
\n– Ke t\u00eb drejt\u00eb q\u00eb ke r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb nimf\u00eb, nj\u00eb shtojzovalle!
\nShoku im u duk i m\u00ebrzitur, i heshtur.
\n– \u00c7’ke k\u00ebshtu ti ?- e pyeta.
\nNuk m\u00eb ktheu p\u00ebrgjigje menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Duket di\u00e7 po bluante. Pastaj m\u00eb tha :
\n-N\u00ebna ime. E pe si e quajti? Arixheshk\u00eb. Kur ik\u00ebt ju m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi se do t’i tregonte tim eti q\u00eb un\u00eb rrija me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra te ata, arixhinjt\u00eb. M\u00eb ndaloi t\u00eb takoj Manushaqen.
\n– Takoje kur t\u00eb mos jet\u00eb ajo n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi- e k\u00ebshillova un\u00eb.
\n– Nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb goje – ma ktheu Manushi – Asaj nuk is hedh dot njeri, \u00ebsht\u00eb e djall\u00ebzuar.
\nUn\u00eb qesha .
\n– Epo, b\u00ebhu ti m\u00eb i djall\u00ebzuar se ajo- i thash.
\nThell\u00eb, brenda vetes e dija q\u00eb po i thosha di\u00e7ka q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb ishte e mundur, po \u00e7’t’i thosha tjet\u00ebr?
\nIknin dit\u00ebt, pastaj jav\u00ebt, e pyesja p\u00ebrdit\u00eb dhe kjo tashm\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb zakon. Ai m\u00eb thosh q\u00eb e takonte fshehurazi dhe dukej i qet\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb qershor ne shkuam n\u00eb aksion p\u00ebr hapjen e tokave t\u00eb reja n\u00eb Xar\u00eb t\u00eb Sarand\u00ebs. Kur u kthyem, cigan\u00ebt nuk ishin m\u00eb atje. Nomad\u00eb ishin ata, bredhar\u00eb si stin\u00ebt, rrug\u00ebtonin atje ku gjenin l\u00ebnd\u00ebn e par\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb fituar jet\u00ebn. E takuam Manushin pas nj\u00eb jave. Dukej tjet\u00ebr njeri. Na tha vet\u00ebm q\u00eb kish shkuar n\u00eb Pish\u00eb Poro p\u00ebr t’i k\u00ebrkuar, po pa dobi. Asnjeri nuk i pat th\u00ebn\u00eb asgj\u00eb t\u00eb sakt\u00eb, qen\u00eb zhdukur sikur t’i p\u00ebrpinte dheu.
\n– Mos u m\u00ebrzit- u mundova ta qet\u00ebsoja- Vitin tjet\u00ebr do vin\u00eb s\u00ebrish.
\nPo vajz\u00ebn me sy ylberi nuk e pam\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb.
\nDashuria e ciganes ishte si cigania… rrebele… endacake, e paduk\u00ebshme, e pakap\u00ebshme. Ishte marroke si era, e \u00ebmb\u00ebl si flladi, po rrug\u00ebtonte shk\u00ebmb m\u00eb shk\u00ebmb e l\u00ebndin\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb, breg m\u00eb breg e shteg m\u00eb shteg. T\u00eb joshte e t\u00eb grishte si blet\u00ebn nektari e m\u00eb n\u00eb fund mbetej e huaj dhe e larg\u00ebt… Dashuri cigane!<\/p>\n