Nj\u00eb telefon dore vazhdonte t\u00eb binte nga thell\u00ebsia e nj\u00eb \u00e7ante, gjersa R. q\u00eb me sa dukej, ia njohu tingullin, iu drejtua gruas s\u00eb vet me fjal\u00ebt: po ngrije t\u00eb shkret\u00ebn at\u00eb telefon.<\/p>\n
E zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb e v\u00ebshtroi jo panj\u00ebfare pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsie, megjithat\u00eb arriti ta kapte telefonuesin e panjohur, q\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb na kishte acaruar t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve me k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguljen e tij.<\/p>\n
– Alo tha zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, gati me z\u00ebm\u00ebrim. Por si\u00e7 ndodhte shpesh kur i bezdisur prej ziles, e kapje aparatin me nje far\u00eb nxitimi p\u00ebr t\u00eb shprehur pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb, por gjith\u00e7ka shkonte huq. Ngaq\u00eb n\u00eb an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr njeriu ishte krejt i pap\u00ebrshtatsh\u00ebm p\u00ebr pezm, e zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb me nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb faji, i ra ballit me dor\u00eb. Ah, zonja Vuksani, tha duke v\u00ebshtruar t\u00eb shoqin me sy prej fajtoreje. Si jeni zonja Vuksani? Po, po zonja Vuksani….Natyrisht, po…Pik\u00ebrisht sot pasdite e kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb. Si sm\u00eb kujtohet?… Jo ska ndonj\u00eb problem… <\/p>\n
Tek fliste ajo nuk ja ndante syt\u00eb R. Sikur t\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte ndihm\u00eb. \u2013Le t\u00eb vij\u00eb i tha gruas…Pastaj na u kthye neve. E \u00e7uditshme si na doli nga mendja? Besoj se skeni ndonj\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtim… Jo tha ime shoqe, pse do te kemi kund\u00ebrshtim? Aspak , shtova un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb zonj\u00eb bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb bij\u00ebn, tha R. banojn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet fqinj\u2026 nga emigrantet e para t\u00eb n\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjet\u00ebs, shtoi pas pak.
\nE zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb e leht\u00ebsuar e mbylli m\u00eb n\u00eb fund telefonin.<\/p>\n
Jan\u00eb nga rrethet e mbret\u00ebror\u00ebve, shtoi pa i hequr syt\u00eb nga un\u00eb, thua se po t\u00eb kishte ndonj\u00eb rezerv\u00eb ajo do ti vinte pik\u00ebrisht prej meje.
\nAh, ashtu? Ia b\u00ebra. M\u00eb ka q\u00eblluar t\u00eb takoj prej tyre, por rrall\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ashtu jan\u00eb, t\u00eb rrall\u00eb, tha R. Ai donte t\u00eb shtonte gjith\u00e7ka, por p\u00ebrpara se t\u00eb fliste, ishte buz\u00ebqeshja e brend\u00ebshme q\u00eb ia nxorri m\u00eb qart\u00eb se fjal\u00ebt, at\u00eb q\u00eb donte t\u00eb thoshte.<\/p>\n
Jan\u00eb t\u00eb rrall\u00eb dhe ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj… sdi si t\u00eb them\u2026 Ndoshta nuk ishte e rastit harresa jon\u00eb. Kam prshtypjen se p\u00ebgjith\u00ebsisht ashtu \u00ebsht\u00eb prania e tyre…Jo e theksuar. Gjithmon\u00eb e p\u00ebrkor\u00eb… Nuk e di a shprehem qart\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb t\u00eb kuptoj iu p\u00ebrgjigja. Dhe ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj sm\u00eb duket fort e habitshme q\u00eb jan\u00eb ashtu. Jan\u00eb mbret\u00ebror\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb e natyrshme t\u00eb mos b\u00ebjn\u00eb zhurm\u00eb e t\u00eb mos bien n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n
Eshte krejt\u00ebsisht ashtu, tha gjith\u00eb ngaz\u00ebllim e zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Ti flet sikur ti kesh njohur t\u00eb dyja, zonj\u00ebn Vuksani me t\u00eb bij\u00ebn. A ju thash\u00eb q\u00eb kan\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb internim? Madje, m\u00eb duket se t\u00eb dyja, n\u00ebn\u00eb e bij\u00eb, kan\u00eb lindur atje.
\nR. Pa or\u00ebn. Sa t\u00eb mb\u00ebrinin do tu duheshin s\u00eb paku dy or\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu q\u00eb mund ta merrnin kafen\u00eb s\u00eb bashku.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb zot\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb ndihshin t\u00eb leht\u00ebsuar. Ishte nj\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypje se vet\u00ebm\u00ebnjanimi I mbret\u00ebror\u00ebve kishte shkaktuar gjithashtu largimin e t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve. Dukej sikur pas renies s\u00eb komunizmit, t\u00eb rrije me t\u00eb p\u00ebrndjekurit ishte e natyrshme, e po aq e natyrshme t\u00eb rrije me krahun e kund\u00ebrt me at\u00eb t\u00eb shtyp\u00ebsve. E k\u00ebshtu me radh\u00eb dukej, sikur gjithkush e gjente rrethin e vet; nostalgjik\u00ebt stalinist\u00eb, fanolist\u00ebt, n\u00ebn\u00ebterezist\u00ebt, ish-pronar\u00ebt me tapi turke, ata pa tapi, ish spiun\u00ebt, t\u00eb burgosurit e viteve t\u00eb para, ata t\u00eb viteve t\u00eb fundit, pasardh\u00ebsit e ish lobit gjerman, t\u00eb viteve tridhjet\u00eb, fashist\u00ebt e penduar, dhjetorist\u00ebt, zvarrit\u00ebsit e shtatores s\u00eb diktatorit etj. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mishmash vet\u00ebm mbret\u00ebror\u00ebt vazhdonin t\u00eb mbeteshin m\u00ebnjan\u00eb, si n\u00eb largin\u00eb. E v\u00ebrteta ishte se askush nuk I sulmonte me pezm, si\u00e7 ndodhte me shumk\u00ebnd. Por nd\u00ebrkaq, rrall\u00ebkush i donte me rash\u00eb e vdiqa, si t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.<\/p>\n
Gjate drekes R. Her\u00eb pas here shihte oren dhe un\u00eb q\u00eb ja njihja natyr\u00ebn, e dija q\u00eb mendjen e kishte te dy t\u00eb ftuarat.
\nSao q\u00eb kujtoja se mund t\u00eb qeshja me k\u00ebt\u00eb mani t\u00eb tij, aty nga mesi i drek\u00ebs e gjeta veten duke par\u00eb or\u00ebn.
\n-Fol nj\u00eb \u00e7ik\u00eb, m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti ime shoqe, si\u00e7 b\u00ebnte shpesh kur kuvendimi mekej ne tryez\u00eb. Q\u00ebllonte q\u00eb e falenderoja p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb kujtes\u00eb, ashtu si\u00e7 ndodhte q\u00eb nd\u00ebrhyrja e saj m\u00eb shtynte p\u00ebr t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
… – R. B\u00ebri njohjen e t\u00eb dyja pal\u00ebve…
\nTek po ia merja dor\u00ebn p\u00ebr tia puthur, midis gishtave t\u00eb holl\u00eb, si t\u00eb b\u00ebja nj\u00eb zbulim p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin e kisha humbur shpres\u00ebn, vura re unaz\u00ebn, me brilantin mahnit\u00ebs, at\u00eb q\u00eb, me sa dukej, komisioneri skish arritur tia blinte dot.<\/p>\n
– Si po shkojn\u00eb pun\u00ebt e mbretit t\u00eb sapo kthyer, atje n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb? E pyeta. Kam d\u00ebgjuar se ka pasur probleme me koleksionin e tij t\u00eb arm\u00ebve.
\nZonja Vuksani m\u00eb v\u00ebshtroi si t\u00eb mos e kishte kuptuar pyetjen.<\/p>\n
– Q\u00ebndrimi i Tiran\u00ebs zyrtare ishte nj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi, nd\u00ebrhyri R.
\n– Nuk Kam dijeni, tha ajo. Pastaj, duke u kthyer nga un\u00eb, tha se ishte prekur fort nga let\u00ebrk\u00ebmbimi n\u00eb shtyp me Nan\u00ebn Mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb Geraldin\u00eb.<\/p>\n
U p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb buzqesh. Desha ti them se megjith\u00ebse isha i pa fe dhe i pa mbret, kthimi n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb i Oborrit Mbret\u00ebror m\u00eb ishe dukur, jo vet\u00ebm i drejt\u00eb, por i dobish\u00ebm p\u00ebr vendin.<\/p>\n
– Ju falemnder\u00ebs, zotni, tha ajo.
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\nFragment nga “Bised\u00eb p\u00ebr brilantet n\u00eb pasditen e dhjetorit” – I. Kadare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nj\u00eb telefon dore vazhdonte t\u00eb binte nga thell\u00ebsia e nj\u00eb \u00e7ante, gjersa R. q\u00eb me sa dukej, ia njohu tingullin, iu drejtua gruas s\u00eb vet me fjal\u00ebt: po ngrije t\u00eb shkret\u00ebn at\u00eb telefon. E zonja e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb e v\u00ebshtroi jo panj\u00ebfare pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsie, megjithat\u00eb arriti ta kapte telefonuesin e panjohur, q\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb na kishte […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":71557,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71552","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-tregime"],"yoast_head":"\n