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Vjollca Tiku Pasku<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tregim <\/em><\/p>\n

Sapo isha kthyer nga emigrimi p\u00ebr disa dit\u00eb pushimi. Doja t\u00eb shijoja gjith\u00eb kuitanc\u00ebn e dit\u00ebve t\u00eb pranver\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb ngopesha me ajrin e vendlindjes. Sht\u00ebpia ime at\u00ebrore ishte nj\u00ebkat\u00ebshe me avlli, e mbajtur mire. Ajo ishte si k\u00ebrthiza e vendq\u00ebndrimit e t\u00eb gjitha motrave t\u00eb mia. Kudo q\u00eb shkonim ktheheshim aty, dhe ata gur\u00eb na prisnin buzagaz. N\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn rreth e qark, me pem\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme doja t\u00eb incizoja z\u00ebrin m\u00eb t\u00eb theksh\u00ebm t\u00eb zogjve, t\u00eb filmoja gjith\u00eb bukurin\u00eb e luleve me syt\u00eb e mi, t\u00eb fiksoja n\u00eb flegrat e hund\u00ebs gjith\u00eb arom\u00ebn e tyre. K\u00ebt\u00eb koktej pranvere doja ta ruaja n\u00eb tabakan\u00eb e kalt\u00ebr t\u00eb qiellit dhe kujtesa t\u00eb ma servirte sa her\u00eb ndihesha e malluar n\u00eb emigrim.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelja \u00e7do gur t\u00eb avllis\u00eb q\u00eb koha e kishte g\u00ebrryer me stuhit\u00eb transitore, apo me puthjet e p\u00ebrv\u00ebluara t\u00eb diellit. Ndjenjat e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb m\u00eb pushtuan dhe doja t\u00eb hidhesha, t\u00eb k\u00ebrceja, t\u00eb marrosesha bashk\u00eb me ajrin. Syri m\u00eb zuri disa tulla t\u00eb hequra, q\u00eb kishin formuar nj\u00eb vrim\u00eb t\u00eb madhe katrore me sht\u00ebpin\u00eb fqinj\u00eb. Ajo vrim\u00eb dikur e vog\u00ebl, m\u00eb lidhte me miken time m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb vog\u00ebli. Para disa vjet\u00ebsh e kishin shitur sht\u00ebpin\u00eb, e cila ishte bler\u00eb nga nj\u00eb familje tjet\u00ebr. Teksa po sistemoja tullat e avllis\u00eb, d\u00ebgjoj nj\u00eb ngash\u00ebrim t\u00eb mbytur. Hapa syt\u00eb kureshtar\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb vrar\u00eb nga dhimbja. Lot\u00ebt e saj rridhnin si tufat e shpend\u00ebve t\u00eb zinj, dhe krah\u00ebt e ujshme vigan\u00eb nuk lejonin t\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonin grimca drite, e m\u00eb pas gremiseshin p\u00ebr tu shkrir\u00eb n\u00eb marshin funeb\u00ebr q\u00eb luante shpirti. M\u00eb erdhi keq, u afrova ngadal\u00eb dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n

– M\u00eb fal q\u00eb hyra nga muri. Jam fqinja p\u00ebrbri. M\u00eb quajn\u00eb Jeta. Sht\u00ebpia e bler\u00eb prej jush ishte e shoqes sime t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb jan\u00eb jasht\u00eb vendit. Mund t\u00eb t\u00eb quaj si miken time, megjith\u00ebse jam m\u00eb e madhe n\u00eb mosh\u00eb. Kam parasysh th\u00ebnien e nj\u00eb profesori q\u00eb thot\u00eb se, \u00e7do problem ka zgjidhje n\u00eb jet\u00eb, ve\u00e7 vdekjes.
\n-Mir\u00eb e the, ve\u00e7 vdekjes- miratoi ajo -Nuk t\u00eb kuptoj, mos vall\u00eb je e s\u00ebmur\u00eb?
\nAjo ngriti syt\u00eb e p\u00ebrlotur, sikur donte t\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonte n\u00eb retinat e mia. Ishte shum\u00eb e dob\u00ebt. Thuajse nj\u00eb tis l\u00ebkure mb\u00ebshtillte nj\u00eb grumbull kockash. Syt\u00eb e t\u00ebrhequr n\u00eb dy grop\u00ebzat e thella dukeshin si dy ullinj t\u00eb kalbur t\u00eb rrethuar nga qeskat e zeza t\u00eb mbyllura t\u00eb vuajtjes. L\u00ebkura e fytyr\u00ebs tregonte form\u00ebn e saj ovale. Kur ishte e sh\u00ebndetshme duhej t\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb e bukur, nd\u00ebrsa tani ajo dukej si lule e thar\u00eb, nga th\u00ebllimi i papritur. E mora prej dore dhe u ul\u00ebm tek dy stolat e gurit pran\u00eb pem\u00ebs me lule molle.<\/p>\n

– Po t\u00eb tregoj historin\u00eb time, -tha ajo- ato kujtime nuk i ngre qielli, dhe nuk ulen as n\u00eb tok\u00eb. Isha viti i par\u00eb n\u00eb gjuh\u00eb-let\u00ebrsi. At\u00ebher\u00eb isha e bukur. M\u00eb p\u00eblqente t\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqja v\u00ebmendjen e t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve. Megjith\u00ebse shoqet e mia kishin nga nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur, dhe kishin hyr\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn e k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsis\u00eb trupore, un\u00eb mendoja se kur t\u00eb dashuroja me zem\u00ebr do ti jepja edhe shpirtin tim. Nuk kaloi shum\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb djal\u00eb me emrin Laert, filloi t\u00eb ndeshte gjithmon\u00eb rrezen e v\u00ebshtrimit tim. Nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e rrufeshme m\u00eb zgjoi nga mbret\u00ebria e p\u00ebrgjumur dhe ndezi lulezjarri n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time. M\u2019u duk sikur banoja n\u00eb mbret\u00ebrin\u00eb e val\u00ebve t\u00eb kuqe t\u00eb ndjenjave. Shpirti im mori n\u00eb dor\u00eb spektrin e dashuris\u00eb dhe jetoja n\u00eb bot\u00ebn q\u00eb un\u00eb shnd\u00ebrroja si me shkopin magjik t\u00eb Zan\u00ebs. Kambanorja e ndjenjave nuk pushonte asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u00eb rrahuri. Agjent\u00ebt e ajrit m\u00eb vishnin syt\u00eb. T\u00eb gjitha shoqet e mia m\u00eb than\u00eb \u201c\u2018kujdes , nuk flasim mir\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb djal\u00eb\u201d, por mua arsyeja m\u00eb dukej demon. Ai ishte p\u00ebr mua idhull, tempull, Per\u00ebndi. Ai ishte mesatar, me syt\u00eb t\u00eb qeshur t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e me flok\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, q\u00eb i ndriste gjithmon\u00eb me brilantin\u00eb, i veshur gjithmon\u00eb shik, me nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb simpatik. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb pas leksionit m\u2019u afrua dhe m\u00eb foli:<\/p>\n

– P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje Lindita. M\u00eb quajn\u00eb Laert. Dita ime e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb lind nga syt\u00eb e tu. Madje edhe nat\u00ebn m\u00eb je futur n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e mia. E kam t\u00eb pamundur mos t\u00eb shoh, mos t\u00eb mendoj p\u00ebr ty, mos t\u00eb shkel n\u00eb hapat e tua. Do t\u00eb d\u00ebshiroja t\u00eb njihemi m\u00eb nga af\u00ebr…
\nNatyrisht, un\u00eb pranova. N\u00eb nj\u00eb nga dit\u00eb n\u00eb vazhdim, ai m\u00eb shprehu dashurin\u00eb e tij, me fjal\u00ebt magjike \u201ct\u00eb dua\u201d. Shikimi i tij ndeshi n\u00eb fortifikat\u00ebn me dyer t\u00eb hapura t\u00eb syve t\u00eb mi. E kuptoi q\u00eb un\u00eb isha t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht e dashuruar pas tij, si shigjeta e busull\u00ebs, q\u00eb tregon vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb drejtim. Zemra ime bubullinte tik-taket e saj, dhe u strehua n\u00eb gjoksin e tij, p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar simetriken e lumturis\u00eb. Nuk flisja dot. M\u00eb dukej sikur isha n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr dhe s\u2019mund t\u00eb rendja, isha si e ng\u00ebrthyer nga nj\u00eb stuhi e zjarrt\u00eb. Ai vazhdoi:
\n-N\u00ebse nuk m\u00eb do, at\u00ebher\u00eb nuk do m\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh m\u00eb…
\nKur d\u00ebgjova k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb zemra m\u00eb ngriu. Kush vall\u00eb e ka k\u00ebt\u00eb forc\u00eb dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb energji kaq t\u00eb madhe sa nga nj\u00ebri \u00e7ast n\u00eb tjetrin zhegu p\u00ebrv\u00eblues i diellit t\u00eb ngrij\u00eb si akullnaj\u00eb… Fjala apo ndjenja? Me shpejt\u00ebsi i thash\u00eb:
\n-Edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb dua…<\/p>\n

Syt\u00eb e tij ndri\u00e7uan si t\u00eb tigrit. At\u00ebher\u00eb m\u00eb puthi leht\u00eb. M\u00eb dukej sikur \u00e7do puthje lindte nj\u00eb fidan i cili rritej dhe \u00e7elte nga nj\u00eb lule. Dashuria m\u2019i zuri syt\u00eb. Vegimet e saj m\u00eb shfaqnin qiellin me ves\u00ebn transparente t\u00eb ndjenj\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz e k\u00ebtij qielli, m\u00eb sh\u00ebtiste n\u00eb yjet e kuq dhe tok\u00ebn me gjelb\u00ebrim. N\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn prej k\u00ebtyre net\u00ebve u b\u00ebra gruaja e tij n\u00eb shtratin e vezullues t\u00eb h\u00ebn\u00ebs. Mendoja se isha n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb nuk do m\u00eb l\u00ebshonin kurr\u00eb. Arkitekte e \u00ebndrr\u00ebs, nd\u00ebrtoja mure t\u00eb njom\u00eb sht\u00ebpie, f\u00ebmij\u00eb, profesionin e adhuruar e mbi t\u00eb gjitha projektoja drit\u00eb mbi rrug\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ai erdhi vet\u00ebm n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb time dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi dor\u00ebn. U justifikua p\u00ebr prind\u00ebrit e tij, se n\u00ebna ishte e s\u00ebmur\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa i ati nuk largohej, pasi i sh\u00ebrbente asaj. U habita sepse nuk m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb till\u00eb. Prind\u00ebrit e mi, ma kishin l\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb fatin tim. Edhe pse nuk u p\u00eblqeu shum\u00eb zgjedhja ime, ata e pranuan. Laerti tani q\u00eb siguroi fejes\u00ebn, m\u00eb bindi t\u00eb punonim t\u00eb dy s\u00eb bashku jasht\u00eb vendit, pasi ekonomia jon\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb rregullohej asnj\u00ebher\u00eb me rroga shteti. Shkoll\u00ebn mund ta vazhdoja me korrespondenc\u00eb. Bleu dy viza dhe udh\u00ebtuam me avion n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb Belgjik\u00ebs. Pasi arrit\u00ebm, mor\u00ebm nj\u00eb taksi dhe ndaluam tek nj\u00eb nd\u00ebrtes\u00eb e madhe. Di\u00e7ka t\u00eb keqe ndjeva n\u00eb shpirt. Hajde, m\u00eb tha, m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi prej krahu, dhe u fut\u00ebm n\u00eb port\u00ebn e madhe t\u00eb rrethuar me hekura. M\u00eb krijoi p\u00ebrshtypjen e nj\u00eb burgu. Dy njer\u00ebz erdh\u00ebn drejt nesh, m\u00eb kap\u00ebn me forc\u00eb dhe m\u00eb mbyll\u00ebn n\u00eb nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb. U tmerrova, nuk e mblidhja dot mendjen, se \u00e7\u2019far\u00eb kishte ndodhur. Nuk doja ta besoja, mos vall\u00eb\u2026jo, jo\u2026ai ishte dashuria ime\u2026Teksa mendoja, befas nj\u00eb njeri i veshur me l\u00ebkur\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb dhe mustaqezi m\u2019u hodh p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr si nj\u00eb dem eksituar. M\u00eb shqeu rrobat\u2026kund\u00ebrshtova me t\u00eb gjitha forcat\u2026Por ai hoqi rripin prej l\u00ebkure t\u00eb pantallonave t\u00eb tij dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb godiste shum\u00eb her\u00eb fuqish\u00ebm mbi trupin tim. Rr\u00ebpirat e gjakut i l\u00ebpinte me qejf, si vampir\u00ebt q\u00eb ndjejn\u00eb ekstaz\u00eb kur thithin gjak. Klithmat e mia dukeshin sikur e k\u00ebnaqnin. \u00c7do goditje nxirrte nj\u00eb mllef. Nj\u00eb film horror q\u00eb luhej n\u00eb realitet. Kur mbaroi pun\u00eb, tha:
\n-Do t\u00eb punosh p\u00ebr mua bukuroshe, i dashuri yt t\u00eb shiti. Do nxjerr\u00ebsh t\u00eb gjitha parat\u00eb e shitjes dhe fitimin tim…
\nKur d\u00ebgjova k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb e alivanosur prej rrahjes dhe posht\u00ebrimit, p\u00ebsova n\u00eb psikoz\u00eb nj\u00eb goditje akute. Nuk e di sa koh\u00eb isha e pavet\u00ebdijshme dhe \u00e7\u2019b\u00ebn\u00eb ai me mua. Di q\u00eb kur u p\u00ebrmenda m\u00eb dhan\u00eb me forc\u00eb nj\u00eb kapsul\u00eb droge \u201cekstazia\u201d…
\nKjo gjendje vazhdoi tre muaj. K\u00ebshtu filloi sk\u00ebterra e jet\u00ebs sime. Shihja panteonin e shpirtit t\u00eb dhunuar. Hija e zez\u00eb e kishte ng\u00ebrthyer n\u00eb sarkofagun e ky\u00e7ur hermetikisht t\u00eb humner\u00ebs, ku m\u00eb kishin hedhur. Fati im mbante vul\u00ebn e t\u00eb d\u00ebnuar\u00ebs. Edhe po t\u00eb ekzistonte ferri, aq m\u00eb b\u00ebnte. M\u00eb zi se ferri i k\u00ebsaj toke nuk mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb. Era e keqe dhe kupat e bardha q\u00eb derdheshin mbi trupin tim m\u00eb tmerronin. \u00cbnd\u00ebrroja t\u00eb vdisja, por s\u2019kisha asnj\u00eb mund\u00ebsi. Mumja e trupit tim l\u00ebvizte p\u00ebr inerci t\u00eb drog\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb her\u00eb kur isha me mendje t\u00eb kthjell\u00ebt, iu afrova mustaqeziut dhe i sh\u00ebrbeva. Pasi u k\u00ebnaq prej sh\u00ebrbimit tim e pyeta:
\n-P\u00ebrse ke gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mllef kund\u00ebr femrave?
\n-Sepse t\u00eb gjitha jeni ku\u00e7ka…- tha ai.
\n-Ty di\u00e7ka duhet t\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb ndodhur, -i thash\u00eb.
\nAi mundua nj\u00eb grim\u00eb, m\u00eb v\u00ebshtroi sikur po m\u00eb peshonte me trurin e tij dhe pastaj m\u00eb tha:
\n– Askujt s\u2019ia kam th\u00ebn\u00eb, e \u00e7uditshme q\u00eb po ta them ty… Kur isha i ri, doja marr\u00ebzisht nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Isha gati t\u00eb b\u00ebja gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Edhe qiellin po t\u00eb ma k\u00ebrkonte, do t\u2019ia ulja p\u00ebrtok\u00eb. Mendoja q\u00eb do emigroja dhe do t\u2019i siguroja t\u00eb gjitha kushtet p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar nj\u00eb familje. Por kur iu afrova edhe i thash\u00eb \u00e7\u2019ndjeja, ajo m\u00eb tha \u201c Ik ore, byth\u00eb grisur!\u201d. Bota m\u2019u nxi. Vendosa, me \u00e7\u2019do lloj m\u00ebnyre t\u00eb pasurohesha, dhe t\u00eb hakmerresha. Punova n\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb dhe vura pasuri. Ajo ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb gruaja e nj\u00eb tregtari dhe un\u00eb pasurin\u00eb e p\u00ebrdora p\u00ebr ta falimentuar. Burri i saj tregtar i madh vari veten. Pas k\u00ebsaj pagova t\u00eb gjith\u00eb qytetin q\u00eb ajo mos t\u00eb gjente pun\u00eb. Erdhi dhe m\u00eb l\u00ebpiu k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, mua \u201cbyth\u00ebgrisurit\u201d. E posht\u00ebrova dhe nuk i dhash\u00eb asgj\u00eb. Tani lyp dhe ushqehet n\u00eb koshat e plehrave.
\nE v\u00ebshtrova paksa me sy te shqyer nga habia.
\n-\u00cbsht\u00eb e dhimbshme t\u00eb ofendosh dhe t\u00eb l\u00ebndosh dashurin\u00eb, si\u00e7 b\u00ebri ajo, -i thash\u00eb un\u00eb. Shija e hidhur e saj nuk zhduket prej gjuh\u00ebs, t\u00eb infekton pa dashur…
\n– Mir\u00eb b\u00ebri, ndoshta po t\u00eb mos ishte ajo nuk do isha kaq i pasur, – u zg\u00ebrdhi mustaqeziu.
\n– Po un\u00eb q\u00eb dashurova past\u00ebrtisht?… \u2013 e pyeta enkas
\n-Ashtu ishte shkruar fati yt… -tha
\n-Kam nj\u00eb lutje\u2026n\u00ebse ma plot\u00ebson do punoj dyfishin e koh\u00ebs time…
\n-\u00c7\u2019far\u00eb?- m\u2019u drejtua duke sk\u00ebrmitur dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt…
\n-Lejom\u00eb t\u00eb shoh prind\u00ebrit e mi, p\u00ebr pak dit\u00eb, kam shum\u00eb mall, gati po m\u00eb merr frym\u00ebn…
\nP\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment m\u2019u duk sikur nj\u00eb er\u00eb e zez\u00eb u lirua prej tij dhe fluturoi larg. U mendua p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment dhe tha:
\n-Mos m\u00eb merr p\u00ebr budalla?…
\n-Jo, kurrsesi, por z\u00ebre se \u00ebsht\u00eb d\u00ebshira ime e fundit para ekzekutimit.
\n-N\u00eb cil\u00ebn epok\u00eb, t\u00eb d\u00ebnuarit me vdekje pyeten p\u00ebr d\u00ebshir\u00ebn e fundit?.. Mos t\u00eb shkon n\u00eb mendje t\u00eb hakmerresh\u2026h\u00eb… Zot\u00ebria na ka b\u00ebr\u00eb sh\u00ebrbime t\u00eb tjera. Natyrisht \u00ebsht\u00eb paguar. Do t\u00eb lejoj, por do t\u00eb kthehesh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri k\u00ebtu, ti e di q\u00eb kemi njer\u00ebz kudo. Edhe n\u00eb vrim\u00eb t\u00eb miut t\u00eb futesh do t\u00eb gjejm\u00eb, pastaj mendo pasojat. N\u00ebna dhe babai yt s\u2019do b\u00ebjn\u00eb m\u00eb hije mbi dhe…
\n-Mos ki merak!- i thash\u00eb e leht\u00ebsuar.
\nK\u00ebshtu mora avionin e par\u00eb dhe u ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. N\u00ebna bashk\u00eb me baban\u00eb nuk u besonin syve kur m\u00eb pan\u00eb. Ardhja ime shkaktoi m\u00eb tep\u00ebr vuajtje tek ata. Natyrisht nuk dinin ku punoj, dhe \u00e7\u2019far\u00eb b\u00ebj, dinin vet\u00ebm se isha ndar\u00eb nga i \u201cfejuari\u201d. M\u00eb mir\u00eb mos t\u00eb m\u00eb kishin pare, k\u00ebshtu si jam katandisur. U ktheva vet\u00ebm t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbushja betimin q\u00eb i b\u00ebra shpirtit tim t\u00eb vrar\u00eb. K\u00ebrkova ylberin e rrem\u00eb me stem\u00eb prangash, q\u00eb m\u00eb lidhi e vazhdon t\u00eb m\u00eb godas\u00eb me shigjeta rrufeje t\u00eb helmatisura, derisa t\u00eb m\u00eb marri edhe at\u00eb pak frym\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ka mbetur.
\nPas ca ditesh, kur i preva rrug\u00ebn, Laerti m\u00eb v\u00ebshtroi i habitur si nj\u00eb eklips, q\u00eb err\u00ebsua papritur. P\u00ebr momentin m\u2019u duk sikur shpirti m\u00eb doli nga gryka dhe po e mbysja. N\u00eb at\u00eb moment isha si nj\u00eb arm\u00eb, ku nga \u00e7asti n\u00eb \u00e7ast do shkrepesha ti merrja jet\u00ebn. Sa e kisha pritur at\u00eb \u00e7ast…
\n– Mos u tremb!- i thash\u00eb, – do ishte fare e leht\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqja k\u00ebmb\u00ebz\u00ebn dhe t\u00eb t\u00eb vrisja. Por nuk do t\u00eb ta jap at\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi. Tani mezi ndalon t\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebgjosh. Gjith\u00eb kjo kamje, sht\u00ebpia, dyqani , jeta e rehatshme \u00ebsht\u00eb paguar nga trupi im dhe i ndonj\u00eb tjetre q\u00eb mashtrove… Sa t\u00eb kam dashur. Do b\u00ebja gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr ty. M\u00eb than\u00eb, je martuar me mbles\u00ebri, i pazoti p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Ti, i shkath\u00ebti…A t\u00eb do gruaja jote, po aq sa un\u00eb dikur?… P\u00ebr ty jepja edhe jet\u00ebn time. Por gruaja jote a do ta jepte zemr\u00ebn po t\u00eb nevojitej?… A do ti dhuronte syt\u00eb po t\u00eb verboheshe. H\u00eb…nj\u00eb grua e mir\u00eb p\u00ebr ty, q\u00eb ve\u00e7 fjal\u00ebve, nuk besoj se ka dhe \u201cdashurin\u00eb e madhe\u201d. Por un\u00eb me at\u00eb fuqi q\u00eb t\u00eb desha me at\u00eb fuqi t\u00eb mallkoj q\u00eb nga toka gjer n\u00eb qiell…
\nAi u drodh dhe vuri dor\u00ebn p\u00ebrpara, sikur donte t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte, \u201cndal\u201d.
\nBuz\u00ebqesha me ironi dhe vijova ta gozhdoj me gozhd\u00ebt e fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb mia:
\n-Shpirtin tim ta dhurova ty. Ti e shite, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb grusht euro. A ka m\u00eb keq n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb jesh pa shpirt? Tani un\u00eb edhe un\u00eb jam b\u00ebr\u00eb e pashpirt. T\u00eb mallkoj t\u00eb ndjesh dhimbje n\u00eb \u00e7do qeliz\u00eb t\u00eb trupit, t\u00eb mos kesh kurr\u00eb prehje n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb tok\u00eb. T\u00eb mallkoj ta k\u00ebrkosh vdekjen dhe ajo mos t\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00eb. \u00c7do rrahje zemre t\u00eb shtr\u00ebngoft\u00eb n\u00eb fyt, t\u00eb t\u00eb mbys\u00eb, t\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebsoj\u00eb trurin. Err\u00ebsira mbuloft\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu, e grimcat e ajrit t\u2019u b\u00ebfshin gastare shpuese n\u00eb \u00e7do frym\u00ebmarrje. Klithmat e mia t\u2019u b\u00ebfshin melodia e vesh\u00ebve t\u00eb tu, dhe gul\u00e7et e ankthit, unaza t\u00eb fytit t\u00ebnd. \u00c7do nat\u00eb k\u00ebtej e tutje, qoft\u00eb nj\u00eb hap drejt\u00eb fundit t\u00ebnd p\u00ebrp\u00eblit\u00ebs.. T\u00eb mallkoj edhe p\u00ebr jet\u00ebt e tjera q\u00eb i shite, Mallkimet e mia t\u00eb zeza, shpresoj t\u00eb shuajn\u00eb drit\u00ebn e shpirtit t\u00ebnd, q\u00eb ti t\u00eb mos shuash jet\u00eb t\u00eb tjera…. \u00c7\u2019t\u00eb ndodhi most\u00ebr mashkullore, mos e humbe gjuh\u00ebn ?…
\nAi tmerruar, sikur kishte par\u00eb djallin me sy filloi t\u00eb belb\u00ebzonte \u201cjo, jo!\u201d…
\nNga fryma e k\u00ebtyre mallkimeve qielli u mbyll dhe toka u b\u00eb gur. Pik\u00ebtakimi qiell- tok\u00eb u bashkua dhe formoi nj\u00eb unaz\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb mjegulle sip\u00ebr kok\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. P\u00ebr momentin hija e tij u shkat\u00ebrrua si hiri dhe m\u00eb pas u mblodh kruspull. Ai zuri vesh\u00ebt me duar dhe th\u00ebrriste \u201cmjaft!\u201d… Iku me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb, duke hedhur hapat si i dehur. Lot\u00ebt i binin si topa qelqi e thyheshin rrug\u00ebs.
\nPas k\u00ebtij p\u00ebrroi mallkimesh plot me gur\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb, Lindita u kthye n\u00eb realitetin e bised\u00ebs qe kishim nisur bashk\u00eb.
\n-M\u00eb beso, si mot\u00ebr, at\u00eb \u00e7ast q\u00eb kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar p\u00ebr dit\u00eb me radh\u00eb, mu duk se m\u00eb n\u00eb fund kishte ardhur. Ndjeva sikur edhe un\u00eb q\u00ebllova me t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn p\u00ebrc\u00ebllim\u00eb ere, q\u00eb m\u00eb q\u00eblluan mua. Megjith\u00ebse ai ishte autori i fatit tim t\u00eb zi, ndihem keq, ndaj nuk m\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb lot\u00ebt…
\nIsha t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht e tronditur nga ai rr\u00ebfim i dhimbsh\u00ebm i saj. E p\u00ebrqafova at\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb drobitur dhe i thash\u00eb:
\n– Lindita, do b\u00ebj \u00e7\u2019mos t\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj, do shfryt\u00ebzoj gjith\u00eb njohjet e mia. Je e re dhe do e marr\u00ebsh veten shum\u00eb shpejt. Mos u kthe m\u00eb kurr\u00eb atje. E di\u2026 kam t\u00eb njohur e mund t\u00eb ndihmoj t\u00eb fillosh nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb re me nj\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb ri, mos t\u00eb gjejn\u00eb kurr\u00eb. Nuk besoj se ata do hakmerren me n\u00ebn\u00ebn dhe baban\u00eb t\u00ebnd.
\n– Faleminderit, Jeta, – m\u00eb tha me z\u00eb t\u00eb dridhsh\u00ebm, – je njeri i mir\u00eb, por jeta ime \u00ebsht\u00eb e djegur. Rrjeti i tyre \u00ebsht\u00eb i hapur n\u00eb shum\u00eb vende. Jan\u00eb t\u00eb pashpirt. P\u00ebrpara syve t\u00eb mi ata kan\u00eb kaluar shum\u00eb ekzekutime. Kur vajzat nuk mund t\u2019i p\u00ebrdorin m\u00eb, ekzekutohen me nj\u00eb plumb n\u00eb kok\u00eb. M\u00eb pas i d\u00ebrgojn\u00eb t\u00eb mbyllura hermetikisht n\u00ebp\u00ebr sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e tyre, n\u00ebn pretekstin e nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje t\u00eb keqe n\u00eb kok\u00eb. K\u00ebto raste i b\u00ebjn\u00eb shembull, t\u00eb rrim\u00eb urt\u00eb.
\n– L\u00ebrm\u00eb t\u00eb mendohem, nj\u00eb zgjidhje do ket\u00eb patjet\u00ebr. Nuk e besoj se kjo bot\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm e err\u00ebt. Sa p\u00ebr at\u00eb njeri t\u00eb paskrupullt, t\u00eb jap fjal\u00ebn se do t\u00eb paguaj \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb…
\nU ndava nga Lindita me lot\u00eb t\u00eb plagosur q\u00eb rridhnin nga t\u00ebr\u00eb qenia ime. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen e k\u00ebrkova p\u00ebrs\u00ebri Lindit\u00ebn. E \u00ebma m\u00eb tha se kishte fluturuar n\u00eb shtetin ku punonte….U interesova dhe pagova nj\u00eb dedektiv privat t\u00eb mbidhte prova p\u00ebr faj\u00ebsin\u00eb e atij njeriu p\u00ebrbind\u00ebsh. Dedektivi m\u00eb tha se do b\u00ebnte \u00e7mos, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb vendin ton\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb, nj\u00eb gjyq i till\u00eb, pasi luan paraja. N\u00eb ngjarje t\u00eb tilla, njer\u00ebzit marrin vet\u00ebgjyq\u00ebsin\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb.
\n-Vazhdo pun\u00ebn hetuese, pastaj t\u00eb shohim \u00e7\u2019mund t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb- i thash\u00eb.
\nDit\u00ebt kaluan dhe m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kthehesha n\u00eb vendin fqinj. Ajo ngjarje ishte nj\u00eb vurrat\u00eb, n\u00eb qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs time… Nuk kisha asnj\u00eb, mund\u00ebsi komunikimi me Lindit\u00ebn. Lajmi fam\u00ebkeq i vdekjes s\u00eb saj m\u00eb erdhi pas tre muajve. Pik\u00ebrisht ashtu si e kishte parashikuar fundin e vet. M\u00eb dukej vetja tmerr\u00ebsisht fajtore, q\u00eb u tregova e pafuqishme p\u00ebr ta shp\u00ebtuar. Kur u ktheva p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb qytetin tim t\u00eb lindjes, pyeta dedektivin p\u00ebr hetimet. Ai i kishte nd\u00ebrprer\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht. Hapa syt\u00eb dhe i k\u00ebrkova shpjegim.
\n-Eja me mua !- m\u00eb tha ai.
\nShkuam n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi trekat\u00ebshe ku luksi binte n\u00eb sy menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Hym\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga dhomat e shumta… M\u00eb doli pra syve nj\u00eb njeri i mbledhur kruspull i zbeht\u00eb si limoni, pa beb\u00ebzat p\u00ebrceptuese t\u00eb shikimit, me nj\u00eb grumbull eshtrash plehra ku i mbulonte nj\u00eb tis l\u00ebkure si thes i endur p\u00ebrp\u00eblitej nga dhimbjet. Ato ishin t\u00eb padurueshme. Qet\u00ebsuesit nuk e mbajn\u00eb p\u00ebr shum\u00eb koh\u00eb -na thot\u00eb infermierja. Agonia e gjat\u00eb ishte k\u00ebll\u00ebf i shpirtit t\u00eb err\u00ebt. Qante me lot\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb. Gjuha e tij e trash\u00eb si e shkret\u00ebtir\u00ebs, ku ka vet\u00ebm gjemba\u00e7\u00eb belb\u00ebzonte, pas pak \u00e7astesh ul\u00ebrinte mbytur…
\n-Ka tumor n\u00eb kok\u00eb…- tha dedektivi.
\nDola nga ajo atmosfere mbyt\u00ebse t\u00eb marr frym\u00eb lirisht. Porosita nj\u00eb kuror\u00eb p\u00ebr varrin e Lindit\u00ebs ku shkrova: \u201cN\u00ebse nuk ekziston drejt\u00ebsia njer\u00ebzore, ekziston nj\u00eb drejt\u00ebsi m\u00eb e madhe, ajo hyjnore!<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Vjollca Tiku Pasku Tregim Sapo isha kthyer nga emigrimi p\u00ebr disa dit\u00eb pushimi. Doja t\u00eb shijoja gjith\u00eb kuitanc\u00ebn e dit\u00ebve t\u00eb pranver\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb ngopesha me ajrin e vendlindjes. Sht\u00ebpia ime at\u00ebrore ishte nj\u00ebkat\u00ebshe me avlli, e mbajtur mire. Ajo ishte si k\u00ebrthiza e vendq\u00ebndrimit e t\u00eb gjitha motrave t\u00eb mia. 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