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Fragment romani \u201c Rrefimet e Andit \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Me Aulon\u00ebn u njoha n\u00eb faqet e internetit dy\nmuaj mbas divorcit me Enxhin. Ishte shum\u00eb e bukur. Vazhdonte Universitetin e\nbanonte n\u00eb Bronx. Dy muaj vet\u00ebm telefonata e komunikim n\u00eb kompjuter pa m\u00eb\nkrijuar mund\u00ebsin\u00eb t\u00eb takoheshim. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, pasi nuk mu p\u00ebrgjigj, i shkruajta:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Pse t\u00eb\ndua fort, mos u zem\u00ebro. Mos thuaj p\u00ebr mua gj\u00ebra q\u00eb si meritoj, t\u00eb lutem! Un\u00eb\njam i bindur se meritoj vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb gj\u00eb prej teje; Dashurin\u00eb. Je shum\u00eb e\nndjeshme, e do t\u00eb pyesesh; \u201cPse\u201d? Se un\u00eb k\u00ebnaqem m\u00eb shum\u00eb me ty kur t\u00eb shikoj\nn\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr se sa kur fle me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, qoft\u00eb edhe gruaja me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn jam ndar\u00eb.\nFatmir\u00ebsisht, si\u0481 e di kam nj\u00eb djal\u00eb me t\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb si hark ylberi. Do t\u00eb\nthuash; \u201cPse fatmir\u00ebsisht\u201d? Se f\u00ebmij\u00ebt jan\u00eb engjuj dhe nuk gjykohen. Gjykimi\nr\u00ebnt\u00eb prej t\u00eb madhit Zot mbi ata q\u00eb gjykojn\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt dhe dashurin\u00eb e p\u00ebrkujdesjet\nq\u00eb ata meritojn\u00eb. Kur kujtoj f\u00ebmij\u00ebt harroj veten. Po, po harroj veten. M\u00eb\nfal\u2026! Se p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj falje, nuk e di. Apo          p\u00ebr at\u00eb dashuri q\u00eb ti kurr\u00eb nuk ma ke kthyer.\nNuk t\u00eb gjykoj, por dije se kam nj\u00eb bllok sh\u00ebnimesh sa \u201cglobi\u201d, q\u00eb shkruaj emrat\ne borxhlinj\u00ebve. Duhet ta kuptosh se do t\u00eb pres edhe pak dit\u00eb, e po nuk mu\np\u00ebrgjigje me nj\u00eb mund\u00ebsi p\u00ebr tu takuar, emri yt do t\u00eb sh\u00ebnohet aty, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb\ndo t\u00eb p\u00ebrzihesh e do t\u00eb zihesh me borxhli. Ndoshta do t\u00eb thuash se deri k\u00ebtu paska\nvajtur puna? Po, k\u00ebshtu ndodh me njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb llogjikojn\u00eb si majmuna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     U\nngrita se m\u00eb pihej d\u00e7ika. B\u00ebra nje kafe, mbusha nj\u00eb got\u00eb f\u00ebrnet dhe e vendosa\nmbi tavolin\u00eb. Sa piva dy gll\u00ebnjka ajo u shfaq n\u00eb ekran e xhindosur. Durimi i\nshtirur i kishte shterruar, e gjith\u00eb inat tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ehh, deri\nk\u00ebtu paska arritur gjykimi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – M\u00eb fal, tani jam i lodhur, t\u00eb sqaroj sa t\u00eb\nmbaroj kjo nat\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Stakova kompjuterin. Mora kafen e f\u00ebrnetin\ndhe u ula n\u00eb korrnen tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebrball\u00eb televizorit. N\u00eb mengjes u zgjova pa r\u00ebn\u00eb\nzilja e zgjimit. Pa b\u00ebr\u00eb asnj\u00eb veprim u drejtova te komjuteri. Sa e takova, n\u00eb\nekran doli shprehja \u201cKujdes p\u00ebrdorimin\u201d. U p\u00ebrgatita p\u00ebr pun\u00eb. B\u00ebra me nge\nkafen. Sa e rrufita her\u00ebn e par\u00eb, ra zilja e zgjimit. Kisha me shum\u00eb se\ntridhjet\u00eb minuta p\u00ebr tu nisur p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Hyra n\u00eb internet. T\u00eb varf\u00ebr\u00ebn n\u00eb\nndjenja e kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi me kufje n\u00eb vesh, aty n\u00eb karrigen e kompjuterit.\nSinjali e trembi, e tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Budalla\nje q\u00eb as gjum\u00eb nuk me lejon t\u00eb fle?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Pa pritur p\u00ebrgjigjen, u ngrit, u shtriq pa e\nkontrolluar veten dhe u largua. Un\u00eb i qet\u00eb vazhdova t\u00eb rrufis kafen. Kur u\nkthye mbas nja dhjet\u00eb minutash, tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ti po m\u00eb \u00e7mend, \u00e7far\u00eb faji kam b\u00ebr\u00eb? A mund\nta di?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ah,\nti nuk ke asnj\u00eb faj, fajet i ka per\u00ebndia q\u00eb n\u00eb vend t\u00eb trurit t\u00eb vendosi\nlajthia, e ty moj lozonjare t\u00eb rrnoft\u00eb bukuria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     U shkreh n\u00eb lot sikur ti kishte vdekur\ngjith\u00eb fisi, kurse un\u00eb pa e stakuar kompjuterin, i shkarkuar emocionalisht, u\nfillova p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Roja i parkillad\u00ebs sa m\u00eb pa, hapi port\u00ebn e tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Andi,\n\u00e7far\u00eb ke q\u00eb po qesh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ah more Rroku, kjo buz\u00ebqeshje ka dy jav\u00eb q\u00eb\nme ka ngrir\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Ai\ntundte kok\u00ebn, kurse un\u00eb po parkoja makin\u00ebn. Sa zbrita, u ndodha p\u00ebrball\u00eb tij.\nIshte ngrysur n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb e pa hezituar m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Andi, t\u00eb\nkam respektuar si shqiptar\u00eb pa e ditur se ti qesh me fatkeq\u00ebsit\u00eb e t\u00eb tjerve.\nPse tallesh me mua? Kush kujton se jam, pse u ndava me nusen para dy jav\u00ebsh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Puna\njote, un\u00eb nuk jam gazetar e as humorist. Mirupafshim!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Pse je\ntjet\u00ebrsuar, Andi? M\u00eb tha menaxheri pa u p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetur. Ke rreth pes\u00eb vjet k\u00ebtu,\ne nuk t\u00eb kam par\u00eb asnj\u00ebhere t\u00eb vrenjtur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ah, Majku! Ndodh edhe k\u00ebshtu. Un\u00eb u\np\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeta me Rrokun, kurse ai nuk e di p\u00ebrse u zem\u00ebrua me mua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ti nuk ke faj more Andi, pse at\u00eb e ka ndar\u00eb\ngruaja? Gjasht\u00eb vjet martese dhe e fajsonte at\u00eb pse nuk kishin f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Pa e\nmenduar se ishte rreth nj\u00ebzet e pes\u00eb vjet m\u00eb i madh se ajo. Arjet\u00ebn e detyroi\nvarf\u00ebria t\u00eb martohej me Rrokun kur ai fitoi llotarin\u00eb. K\u00ebtu \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00ebshi i\nbot\u00ebs, Amerika. Harroje, t\u00eb lutem shum\u00eb, at\u00eb njeri!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ke t\u00eb drejt\u00eb  Majku, faleminderit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Ai tundi kok\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb u drejtova p\u00ebr te\nmakina e shablloneve\u2026 Sa fillova pun\u00ebn me erdhi pran\u00eb nj\u00eb shqiptare pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb\na m\u00eb shum\u00eb vje\u00e7are e gjith\u00eb inat me tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – H\u00eb more\ndjal\u00eb, \u00e7far\u00eb ke me Rrokun? Pse i bie m\u00eb qaf\u00eb? Apo e ke syrin te Arjeta e bukur\nq\u00eb ai e ndau p\u00ebr kurv\u00ebri\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Ndalova makin\u00ebn dhe i ktheva p\u00ebrgjigje:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – E di q\u00eb\nje shqiptare edhe pse po m\u00eb flet anglisht. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb nderin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh\nme k\u00ebt\u00eb gjuh\u00eb. Un\u00eb v\u00ebrtet nuk i kam mbushur akoma tridhjet\u00eb vjet, po ama kujt\nm\u00eb qaf\u00eb nuk i bie. K\u00ebt\u00eb ta dish mir\u00eb e ta var\u00ebsh v\u00ebth n\u00eb vesh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Jo more\ndjal\u00eb, jo. Pamja jote le shtigje dyshimi. Buz\u00ebqeshja q\u00eb pretendon se t\u00eb ka\nngrir\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb  para dy jav\u00ebsh, \u00ebsht\u00eb\nironi. Me k\u00eb tallesh? Me fatziun\u2026!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Majku q\u00eb rast\u00ebsisht u ndodh prapa saj e\nd\u00ebgjoi gjith\u00eb bised\u00ebn. Sa p\u00ebrfundoi ajo d\u00ebrd\u00ebllitjet, i tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Veronika,\n\u00e7far\u00eb ke? E b\u00ebre \u00e7orb\u00eb gjith\u00eb Fabrik\u00ebn. Je rreth gjasht\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7e, e\npushimin e drekes e kalon n\u00eb kabin\u00ebn e Rrokut q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb pes\u00eb a m\u00eb shume vjet m\u00eb\ni ri se ti. Vet\u00eb e ndave nga nusja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Ajo u largua duke qar\u00eb e nuk e pash\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb\nFabrik\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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     Isha i lodhur si asnj\u00ebher\u00eb tjeter nga koka.\nSa mbarova \u00e7far\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitur, u nisa p\u00ebr n\u00eb banes\u00eb. Zoti m\u00eb ruajti\npa shkaktuar aksident n\u00eb ato dhjet\u00eb kilometra rrug\u00eb q\u00eb i baj\u00eb \u0481do dit\u00eb. Sa\nparkova e zbrita prej makine, pa ba as dy hapa drejt hyrjes s\u00eb pallatit nga pas\nd\u00ebgjoj nj\u00eb z\u00eb engjellor\u00eb.                                                                                                                                     \n                    – – H\u00eb Andi, t\u00eb kan\u00eb ngarkuar mbi\nkurriz kangjellat e Ferrit q\u00eb nuk e kthen kok\u00ebn si her\u00ebt e tjera?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     U ktheva\nsi i ballsamosur, pa e levizur kok\u00ebn. Kur e pash\u00eb u r\u00ebnqetha. Ajo m\u00eb shikonte e\nhabitur. Un\u00eb dridhesha leht\u00eb. Arjeta, Arjeta\u2026 thosha pa za. Nuk e di pse l\u00ebkund\u00ebsha\nndersa ajo qeshte dhembshurisht\u00eb me mua. Doja t\u00eb flisja po nuk i gjeja fjal\u00ebt e\nduhura. U bana si memec. Kush? Un\u00eb, q\u00eb n\u00eb rrethin tim shoq\u00ebror\u00eb m\u00eb mbajn\u00eb p\u00ebr\norator. Ajo zbavitej e ndoshta harronte ndonj\u00eb dhimbje q\u00eb ndjente duke m\u00eb v\u00ebshtruar\nmua q\u00eb isha tjet\u00ebrsuar. U kujtova q\u00eb femra m\u00eb e bukur q\u00eb kisha par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn\ntime qenka sherri i dit\u00ebs sotme. P\u00ebr gjasht\u00eb vjet nuse e Rrokut q\u00eb e linte mbas\ndore duke i shpenzuar energjit\u00eb me Veronik\u00ebn, q\u00eb asht\u00eb tet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr se\nai. Mallkova vet\u00ebn p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrzgjedhje q\u00eb kisha ba para dy a m\u00eb shum\u00eb vitesh. Isha\ni bindur n\u00eb vetvete ose i v\u00ebrbuar nga bukuria e saj q\u00eb mendoja se ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb\nvajza e Rrokut, rojes parkimit t\u00eb Fabrik\u00ebs ku un\u00eb punoj. Thosha shpesh, kur ta\nk\u00ebrkoj dor\u00ebn e saj do ta kem m\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb komunikimin me ta. Nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht flisja\ntre her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb me Aulon\u00ebn q\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time ka mbetur si hije e zbeht\u00eb q\u00eb koha\ndo ta tret\u00eb. Ja \u0481far\u00eb ndodh\u00eb kur nuk pyet n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e duhur megjith\u00ebse makin\u00ebn e\nRrokut kisha disa dit\u00eb q\u00eb nuk e shikoja n\u00eb parkimin e  pallatit. Arjeta pa folur m\u00eb, hyri brenda duke\ne t\u00ebrhequr der\u00ebn e ballkonit pas vet\u00ebs, ndersa mua m\u00eb ran\u00eb \u0481elsat nga dora. Shoku\nq\u00eb banonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb apartament me mua e kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb re tundimin tim e n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e\nduhur u gjend pran meje. Pa u p\u00ebrkulur me i marr\u00eb \u0481elsat, mi ngjeshi n\u00eb dor\u00eb. M\u00eb\nfuti krahun n\u00ebn krah e duke u ngjitur shkall\u00ebve p\u00ebr ne katin e dyt\u00eb m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Andi! Nuk\nt\u00eb paskam njohur. Po m\u00eb vjen keq! Nuk e kisha menduar se si nj\u00eb djal\u00eb si ty bie\nvictim e nj\u00eb femre t\u00eb ndar\u00eb nga burri. A nuk m\u00eb thua, \u0481far\u00eb shqet\u00ebsimi pate? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Isha ma\nshum\u00eb se i shqet\u00ebsuar, i thash\u00eb, duke mu dridhur leht\u00eb buz\u00ebt. N\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb\nqenkan mbledhur t\u00eb papriturat si l\u00ebkundjet e t\u00ebrmetit e m\u00eb d\u00ebmtuan  mua q\u00eb kam konstruksion t\u00eb dob\u00ebt emocional\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Hym\u00eb n\u00eb guzhin\u00eb. Un\u00eb  u drejtova p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb dush, kurse Viktori m\u00eb\ntha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Ku shkon?\nJe i tjet\u00ebrsuar. Qet\u00ebsou fillimisht! T\u00eb pim nga nj\u00eb kafe turke sade si\u0481 e ke\nqef e pastaj vazhdo me veprimet e tjera\u2026 \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Hyri n\u00eb\naneksin e guzhin\u00ebs ndersa un\u00eb u ula n\u00eb nj\u00eb karrige e po p\u00ebrjetoja nj\u00eb notim mbi\nre. Nuk vonoi e doli prej atje me nj\u00eb tabaka n\u00eb dor\u00eb. E vendosi  n\u00eb mes t\u00eb tavolines. U ul i qet\u00eb p\u00ebrball meje\ne po m\u00eb v\u00ebshtronte jo pa dhimbje. Instiktivisht\u00eb mora kafen dhe e vendosa para\nvet\u00ebs. Pastaj  got\u00ebn e fernetit e i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – G\u00ebzuar Viktor! N\u00eb das\u00ebm ta shp\u00ebrblefsha!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Trok\u00ebllit\u00ebm\ngotat n\u00eb  heshtje t\u00eb thell\u00eb e pasi pim\u00eb\nnga nj\u00eb gll\u00ebnjk\u00eb, ai m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Qofsh e\nardhsh\u00eb o Andi! T\u00eb gjitha mirsit\u00eb deshiroj edhe un\u00eb p\u00ebr ty! Jam pes\u00eb vjet para\nteje. Por jemi si\u0481 thuhet nj\u00eb grup moshe. \u04aado dit\u00eb q\u00eb kalon p\u00ebr mosh\u00ebn ton\u00eb pa\nkrijuar familje \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb jav\u00eb jete e humbur p\u00ebr ne. Krijimi i familjes \u00ebsht\u00eb\ndetyr\u00eb prej t\u00eb madhit Zot. I kjofshim fal\u00eb!      <\/p>\n\n\n\n

     Ai vazhdonte t\u00eb fliste, ndersa un\u00eb  mendoja se si do ti p\u00ebrgjigjesha. Ndjehesha\nsi n\u00eb pranga, ku nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb e vetme t\u00eb dhuron lirin\u00eb\u2026 Kur m\u00eb shikoj e kuptoj si\nduket dhe e nd\u00ebrpreu bised\u00ebn. Rrufiti kafen e piu nj\u00eb gll\u00ebnjk\u00eb fernet me v\u00ebshtrimin\ntretur n\u00eb dritare. T\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin veprim b\u00ebra edhe un\u00eb. Pas pak nisa rr\u00ebfimin:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Viktor,\nkemi shum\u00eb vjet q\u00eb jetojm\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi bashk\u00eb. T\u00eb mirat e t\u00eb k\u00ebqijat i kemi p\u00ebrjetuar\nbarabar. Kemi punuar aq shum\u00eb sa nuk na besohet se si i kemi p\u00ebrballuar gjith\u00eb\nato or\u00eb pune. Kurse un\u00eb sot u tjet\u00ebrsova p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb. Ti je shoku, v\u00ebllai e miku\nim, prandaj duhet ta dish \u0481far\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi. Arjet\u00ebn q\u00eb kur e kam par\u00eb para disa\nvit\u00ebsh, di\u0481ka ka ndryshuar te un\u00eb. E \u00ebmb\u00ebl, e thjesht\u00eb, e bukur, vajz\u00eb sht\u00ebpie\nthosha me vete\u2026 Nuk e dija se ishte nusja e Rrokut, sot e mora vesht\u00eb e m\u00eb ra\npika. P\u00ebr zem\u00ebr e kam, po jo si m\u00eb p\u00ebrpara.  \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Andi, ti nuk je invalid as i humbur q\u00eb t\u00eb\nmartohesh me nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb ndar\u00eb nga burri edhe pse asht\u00eb m\u00eb e re se ti. Ama, p\u00ebr\ndashuri po, deri sa t\u00eb zgjedh\u00ebsh shoqen e jet\u00ebs, ajo nuk ka t\u00eb paguar, ka shoqe\nvet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Sot jam\nshum\u00eb i lodhur. Nuk mund t\u00eb llogjikoj sakt\u00eb p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb problem. Falimininderit e\nme fal se t\u00eb vonova p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Mund t\u00eb shkosh! Nuk kam asnj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim. Tronditja\nm\u00eb kaloj. Ndjehem mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Mirupafshim\nnes\u00ebr Andi; -tha e doli duke e t\u00ebrheq der\u00ebn leht\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Mora\nshishen e fernetit dhe e shkunda mbi got\u00eb. Duart  nuk m\u00eb bindeshin p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe. Isha n\u00eb\nm\u00ebdyshje kur trokiti dera. U ngrita shpejt dhe e hapa. U befasova kur pash\u00eb\nArjet\u00ebn. Ajo ma vuri dor\u00ebn e djatht\u00eb mbi \ngjoks e m\u00eb shtyu leht\u00eb. Pa folur asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb u fut brenda, shtyu der\u00ebn e\nm\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Mbylle!\nPse rri si mumje? Ke disa vjet q\u00eb ma b\u00ebn me shenja. Ja ku m\u00eb ke. A t\u00eb rri, a t\u00eb\niki?   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – Pa than\nasnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb e zura p\u00ebr dore e u ulem n\u00eb divan. Ajo, pa e pritur mi mb\u00ebshtolli\nkrah\u00ebt rreth qaf\u00ebs e po m\u00eb puthte; n\u00eb vesh\u00eb, n\u00eb hund\u00eb, n\u00eb faqe, n\u00eb buz\u00eb po ama\ngush\u00ebs nuk i ndahej. U eth\u00ebzova e iu p\u00ebrgjigja duke ja ulur supet e fustanit. Mb\u00ebshteta\nkok\u00ebn n\u00eb gjoksin e saj, puthjet nuk kishin t\u00eb sosur. Ajo filloj t\u00eb dridhej e me\n\u00ebmb\u00eblsi m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – M\u00eb lejo t\u00eb\nzhvishem se k\u00ebto t\u00eb flamosura rroba ma bllokuan frym\u00ebmarrjen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

   – U zhvesh\u00ebm\nt\u00eb dy e u drejtuam p\u00ebr n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit. Kontrollova der\u00ebn\u2026 Sa u shtri ajo, u\nshtriva pran\u00eb saj e i bashkuam trupat n\u00eb nj\u00eb dehje t\u00eb papar\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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