{"id":9449,"date":"2021-11-17T21:55:35","date_gmt":"2021-11-17T21:55:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9449"},"modified":"2021-11-17T21:55:35","modified_gmt":"2021-11-17T21:55:35","slug":"liria-tregim-nga-muci-xhepa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9449","title":{"rendered":"LIRIA \u2013 TREGIM NGA MU\u00c7I XHEPA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Arriti\nduke u k\u00ebrrusur sa n\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn an\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn. Shkalla e par\u00eb e hyrjes ishte e\nd\u00ebmtuar prej koh\u00ebsh. Ngriti k\u00ebmb\u00ebn e djatht\u00eb. M\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00ebn. T\u00eb majt\u00ebn ia kishin\nthyer kur kish qen\u00eb e re, n\u00eb hetuesi dhe s\u2019i zinte bes\u00eb. Gishtat, e lodhur nga\npesha, filluan t\u2019i hapen. \u201cEdhe pak, mos u l\u00ebshoni\u201d, iu lut duarve t\u00eb thara nga\nmosha e t\u00eb d\u00ebrrmuara nga pun\u00ebt e r\u00ebnda nd\u00ebr vite. Kovat e m\u00ebdha, plastike,\nmbushur me uj\u00eb, e l\u00ebkund\u00ebn si t\u00eb ishte prej kashte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nLiri t\u00eb ndihmoj un\u00eb, i tha Moza, shit\u00ebsja aty pran\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Jo\nMimoz\u00eb, shum\u00eb ke b\u00ebr\u00eb dhe po b\u00ebn p\u00ebr mua. M\u00eb ke mbajtur gjall\u00eb me ushqime. E\ntani me uj\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– U\nraft\u00eb pika! Ty t\u00eb gjet\u00ebn t\u00eb t\u00eb presin ujin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00eb\nkatin e par\u00eb, hyrjen e par\u00eb, t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtes\u00ebs son\u00eb e ka z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb banore e re. E\ntronditur nga jeta. Thon\u00eb se ka qen\u00eb e shtruar edhe n\u00eb spital. Jeton vet\u00ebm. E\nbraktisur. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, dhom\u00ebs ku banon i ra zjarri. Ajo tha ia vun\u00eb. Flak\u00eb e\nmadhe. Rrezikoi edhe hyrjen ngjitur. U mundua e ngrata ta fik\u00eb, iu dogj\u00ebn\nduart. Orendit\u00eb, q\u00eb me aq mund i kishte mbledhur, u b\u00ebn\u00eb shkrumb e hi. Gjitoni,\nUlloria, zem\u00ebrmadhi, ia z\u00ebvend\u00ebsoi me t\u00eb tijat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– M\u00eb\nvjen keq. Ka hequr shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nS\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb nga Elbasani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nthash\u00eb dhe k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb m\u00eb tregoj\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb dinte rreth jet\u00ebs saj. Ulloria parkoi\nzetorin, mjetin me t\u00eb cilin furnizon dyqanin e ngritur n\u00eb ullisht\u00eb dhe m\u00eb ftoi\np\u00ebr kafe te klubi n\u00eb an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs. Kishim vite pa u par\u00eb. Un\u00eb vija nga\nAmerika.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Edhe\nun\u00eb pa ia ditur t\u00eb shkuar\u00ebn, Lirin\u00eb e kam marr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb nga mendt\u00eb. Ke t\u00eb\ndrejt\u00eb, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nga qyteti yn\u00eb. E ardhur nga veriu. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– T\u00eb\nfolur\u00ebn e ka ndryshe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nKampeve, internimeve, e ka thyer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U\nul\u00ebm n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e jashtme t\u00eb lokalit. Trotuar. I zoti e ka rrethuar me vazo t\u00eb\nm\u00ebdha lulesh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nLiria m\u00eb ka treguar vet\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulloria\nporositi edhe nj\u00eb tekje raki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Kur\ne marr pa k\u00ebt\u00eb flam\u00eb, m\u00eb duket si uj\u00eb kafja. Eh, si ta nis, nga k\u00ebmb\u00ebt apo nga\nkoka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulloria\nka nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00eb. I ka rritur n\u00eb skamje. Gruaja b\u00ebnte dy pun\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa ai,\n\u00e7far\u00eb t\u2019i zinin duart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Ajo\nq\u00eb t\u00eb ka prekur m\u00eb shum\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nLiria vinte nga nj\u00eb der\u00eb e mir\u00eb. \u201c\u00c7lirimtar\u00ebt\u201d i quanin kulak\u00eb. E kishin m\u00ebsuar\nnga bolshevik\u00ebt e Revolucionit t\u00eb Tetorit. Vajza e re, e bukur, e me\u00e7ur, kishte\nmundur t\u00eb zinte pun\u00eb pastruese shkolle. I shoqi n\u00eb kooperativ\u00eb. Ishin m\u00eb mir\u00eb\nse t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. Shkolla paguante ndryshe nga ara. Shpejt u b\u00ebn\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Burri\ne donte gruan marr\u00ebzisht. Deri n\u00eb xhelozi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prill\n1992. Uragani antikomunist kishte p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb vendin. N\u00eb ballkonin e Pallatit t\u00eb\nSportit ishte duke folur Hans Dietrich Genscher, ministri i jasht\u00ebm gjerman,\nnj\u00eb nga arkitekt\u00ebt kryesor\u00eb t\u00eb rr\u00ebzimit t\u00eb Murit t\u00eb Berlinit. Bashk\u00eb me Ylli\nMehjen, mik i ngusht\u00eb, antikomunist, m\u00ebsues t\u00eb gjimnazit n\u00eb Peqin: Ylli l\u00ebnd\u00ebn\ne fizik\u00ebs, un\u00eb anglishtes, arrit\u00ebm me t\u00eb shtyr\u00eb t\u2019i afroheshim radh\u00ebs par\u00eb.\nSheshi ishte mbushur plot. Njer\u00ebzia e kishte trembur frik\u00ebn. Pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb an\u00ebn\nton\u00eb, nj\u00eb grua me dy gishtat lart, th\u00ebrriste me t\u00ebr\u00eb forc\u00ebn e kraharorit. \u201cLiri\ndemolraci, liri, liri\u2026\u201d, dhe sa her\u00eb kthente kok\u00ebn nga turma, i hak\u00ebrrehej nj\u00eb\npolici, q\u00eb ishte v\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb ruante rendin. \u201cKu do fshiheni, ku do fshiheni! Ju\nerdhi fundi! Kriminel\u00eb\u201d! Fytyra e saj m\u00eb mbeti n\u00eb mendje. Kur erdhi t\u00eb banonte\nte Banesat, her\u00eb pas here i jepja ndonj\u00eb lek, ndon\u00ebse ajo kurr\u00eb s’e b\u00ebnte veten\nt\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nFati \u00ebsht\u00eb i shkruar q\u00eb kur kemi lindur. P\u00ebr Lirin\u00eb, i zi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulloria\ns\u2019i ka dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e veta, ato l\u00ebvizin dhe z\u00ebri i del i paqart\u00eb. Duhet t\u00eb\np\u00ebrqendrohesh ta kuptosh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

– E\nshoh se do t\u00eb kesh\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb treguar, n\u00ebse m\u00eb lejon, pra t\u00eb paguaj un\u00eb,\nmarrim nga nj\u00eb birr\u00eb me meze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Nuk\nta prish, por un\u00eb dua raki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ashtu\nb\u00ebm\u00eb. Biseda u ndez. Ulloria i im\u00ebt, me trup t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr, por energjik q\u00eb t\u00eb\nbefason, vazhdoi duke i r\u00ebn\u00eb tryez\u00ebs me grusht.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nPasi kishte fshir\u00eb klasat e fillores, ishte futur te klasa e par\u00eb e\ntet\u00ebvje\u00e7ares. Hipi n\u00eb karrige t\u00eb marr\u00eb pluhurat e portretit n\u00eb krye t\u00eb klas\u00ebs.\nE lodhur, karrigia l\u00ebvizi. Vuri dor\u00ebn n\u00eb mur t\u00eb mbahej. \u201cH\u00eb, ore dreq, se vet\u00ebm\nt\u00eb k\u00ebqija sjell ti\u201d! Te dera e klas\u00ebs ishin dy m\u00ebsuese. Bisedonin. Pa arritur\nLiria n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, udh\u00ebs, e rr\u00ebmbyen me gaz-69. N\u00eb deg\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulloria\ne ktheu me fund got\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb. E pyeta n\u00ebse donte tjet\u00ebr Tundi kok\u00ebn. Po.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nAtje e mbajt\u00ebn disa dit\u00eb. K\u00ebto q\u00eb po t\u00eb t\u00eb them, i kam prej goj\u00ebs saj. \u201cMoj ku\u2026\ne bukur, t\u00eb k\u00ebqijat do t\u2019i provosh tani\u201d, e k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi hetuesi. \u201cJu kulak\u00ebt duhej\nzhdukur, hequr koh\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb\u201d, vuri dor\u00ebn n\u00eb pistolet\u00eb, \u201cpor, \u00e7\u2019ti b\u00ebjm\u00eb atij q\u00eb\nti e shan\u201d. E kishin mbyllur n\u00eb nj\u00eb biruc\u00eb betoni, pa drita dhe brenda i kishin\nfutur nj\u00eb p\u00ebrbind\u00ebsh. Mashkull hamshor. I zhveshur. I panjohur p\u00ebr t\u00eb.\nTurfullonte si t\u00eb ishte kal\u00eb. Liria kishte luftuar t\u00eb mbrohej. E kishte goditur\nme k\u00ebmb\u00eb. E kishte kafshuar n\u00eb duar. Kishte thirruir p\u00ebr ndihm\u00eb, por ai\ns\u2019ndalej\u2026 I kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb fik\u00ebt. Sapo kishte ardhur n\u00eb vete, ai kishte filluar\nnga e para\u2026 Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e liruan. E urdh\u00ebruan t\u00eb mos flas\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e mbyllnin\np\u00ebrs\u00ebri aty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pija\nm\u00eb mbeti n\u00eb gryk\u00eb. Po m\u00eb mbyste. M\u2019u b\u00eb si t\u00eb ishte helm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– N\u00eb\nsht\u00ebpi f\u00ebmij\u00ebt iu hodh\u00ebn n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. I puthnin duart e nxira, me lot i fshinin\nfytyr\u00ebn e g\u00ebrvishtur. Njeriu q\u00eb e kishte adhuruar, i rrinte ftoht\u00eb. \u201cP\u00ebrse t\u00eb\nmbyll\u00ebn? M\u00eb than\u00eb se ke kurv\u00ebruar\u201d. M\u00eb kot ishte p\u00ebrpjekur e ngrata t\u2019i thosh\nse \u00e7\u2019kishte ngjar\u00eb. Ai duke i treguar me gisht njollat n\u00eb trup e kishte flakur\njasht\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heshtje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–\nMir\u00eb q\u00eb ka ruajtur edhe ato pak mend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\nmbylli tregimin Ulloria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

K\u00ebmba iu p\u00ebrkul, pesha e kovave e t\u00ebrhoqi posht\u00eb trupin e rr\u00ebgjuar. Shtr\u00ebngoi duart. S\u2019i l\u00ebshoi kovat. K\u00ebmba tjet\u00ebr i rr\u00ebshqiti. Koka i ra n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e thyer t\u00eb shkall\u00ebs. Iu mor\u00ebn mendt\u00eb. Iu shfaq nj\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb e bukur, zogj me cic\u00ebrima q\u00eb fluturonin drejt nj\u00eb liqeni t\u00eb rrethuar me pem\u00eb t\u00eb larta. Dhe, z\u00ebra f\u00ebmij\u00ebsh, \u201cmama, mama, eja k\u00ebtu, jemi buz\u00eb liqenit, \u00ebsht\u00eb bukur\u2026\u201d, qeshi e g\u00ebzuar. Iku. U largua nga kjo bot\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshur. Bota q\u00eb i kishte dhuruar vet\u00ebm dhimbje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Arriti duke u k\u00ebrrusur sa n\u00eb nj\u00ebr\u00ebn an\u00eb n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn. Shkalla e par\u00eb e hyrjes ishte e d\u00ebmtuar prej koh\u00ebsh. Ngriti k\u00ebmb\u00ebn e djatht\u00eb. M\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00ebn. T\u00eb majt\u00ebn ia kishin thyer kur kish qen\u00eb e re, n\u00eb hetuesi dhe s\u2019i zinte bes\u00eb. Gishtat, e lodhur nga pesha, filluan t\u2019i hapen. \u201cEdhe pak, mos u…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9157,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9449","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9449"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9451,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9449\/revisions\/9451"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}