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– Sapo keni botuar nj\u00eb roman t\u00eb titulluar “Bibollasit”… Botuesi juaj organizoi edhe nj\u00eb prezantim para publikut. A mund t\u00eb thoni dy fjal\u00eb?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: – “Bibollasit” \u00ebsht\u00eb vijim\u00ebsi e romanit tim t\u00eb par\u00eb “Rr\u00ebket\u00eb”. Kishte vite q\u00eb merresha me t\u00eb, natyrisht, kur kam patur koh\u00eb, sepse n\u00eb New York, njer\u00ebzit vrapojn\u00eb, jeta ka tjet\u00ebr rit\u00ebm.<\/p>\n Romani, \u00ebsht\u00eb pritur mir\u00eb nga ata q\u00eb e kan\u00eb lexuar. Ka aty nj\u00eb p\u00ebrshkrim t\u00eb kaosit psikologjik t\u00eb nj\u00eb shoq\u00ebrie t\u00eb dal\u00eb nga diktatura, nj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi kolektive, ku heronjt\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb tjet\u00ebr vet\u00ebmse pasqyr\u00eb e nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. Karakteret shfaqen si karikatura t\u00eb ngjashme, brenda llojit. Ata kan\u00eb logjik\u00ebn e nonsensit dhe i kuptojn\u00eb gj\u00ebrat s\u00eb prapthi. Udh\u00ebhiqen nga reminishenca t\u00eb ideologjizmave t\u00eb trash\u00ebguara nga sistemi i vjet\u00ebr komunist. Ata jo vet\u00ebm nuk duan ta pranojn\u00eb, se jan\u00eb zhytur n\u00eb batakun e g\u00ebnjeshtr\u00ebs, imoralitetit dhe vesit t\u00eb keq, por jan\u00eb edhe euforik n\u00eb p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebrin\u00eb e tyre. P\u00ebrball\u00eb k\u00ebsaj euforie t\u00eb personazheve t\u00eb mveshur me pushtet, shfaqet m\u00ebrzia e thell\u00eb si kategori filozofike, e cila, karakterizon Zav Tarrot\u00ebn, nj\u00eb njeri ky i thjesht\u00eb, i pashkoll\u00eb, por i zgjuar e i troc\u00ebt. Ai i zbulon falsitetet dhe i thot\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat me sinqeritetin e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm, duke i b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt t\u00eb ng\u00ebrdheshen, pa mundur t\u00eb kuptojn\u00eb thelbin. K\u00ebsisoj merr pushtet budallall\u00ebku, nonsensi… Dhe shoq\u00ebria g\u00eblon e l\u00ebviz n\u00eb form\u00eb rrethi, si n\u00eb nj\u00eb vorbull, q\u00eb nuk ka destinacion.<\/p>\n – Bibolli, gjendet si nj\u00eb vend autentik n\u00eb gjith\u00eb prozat e tua. Konkretisht, \u00e7far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ai?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb topos, nj\u00eb atdhe i krijuar me imagjinat\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb universi letrar n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin kam vendosur personazhet e gjith\u00eb rr\u00ebfimeve t\u00eb mia, q\u00eb nga tregimet e deri tek romanet, t\u00eb atyre q\u00eb kam shkruar dhe t\u00eb atyre q\u00eb me ym\u00ebr t\u00eb Zotit pres t\u00eb shkruaj. Aty jam n\u00eb tok\u00ebn time t\u00eb begat\u00eb, n\u00eb vendin ku ka ndodhur e do t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka dua un\u00eb t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb. Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb mbret, q\u00eb vet\u00ebm vdekja do t\u00eb m\u00eb ul\u00eb nga froni, kurse personazhet, jan\u00eb skllev\u00ebrit e mi, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt b\u00ebj \u00e7’t\u00eb dua pa dal\u00eb nga l\u00ebnda artistike. Ata hyn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sken\u00eb, dalin prej aty, dhe shfaqen n\u00eb nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim tjet\u00ebr, duke mbartur me vete naivitetin, megallomanin\u00eb, g\u00ebnjeshtr\u00ebn, vesin e keq, por edhe virtytet e njeriut me k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb, nj\u00eb kompleks mendimesh, ndjenjash dhe emocionesh, q\u00eb t\u00eb marra s\u00ebbashku, krijojn\u00eb at\u00eb energji q\u00eb v\u00eb n\u00eb l\u00ebvizje individin dhe shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsi. Personazhin e nj\u00eb tregimi, mund ta gjeni n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr tregim, apo n\u00eb romanet, ashtu si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb skalitur nj\u00ebher\u00eb, me t\u00eb gjitha atributet q\u00eb ka. Fijet e b\u00ebmave lidhen me nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebn me logjik\u00eb e n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb natyrshme, duke prekur vet\u00ebm momentet suksesive t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, e duke l\u00ebn\u00eb jasht\u00eb k\u00ebtij universi letrar gjith\u00eb proz\u00ebn e r\u00ebndomt\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs. Sepse jeta ka detaje, q\u00eb jan\u00eb shterp\u00eb, nuk tregojn\u00eb asgj\u00eb, ndaj duhen anashkaluar, shp\u00ebrfillur e l\u00ebn\u00eb mbasdore.<\/p>\n – Romani “Bibollasit” \u00ebsht\u00eb konsideruar si nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr, q\u00eb pasqyron realitetin shqiptar t\u00eb epok\u00ebs son\u00eb, nj\u00eb traktat politik dhe social. Mos keni dashur t\u00eb ngrini nj\u00eb akuz\u00eb…?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: Un\u00eb jam shkrimtar. Shkruaj, sepse m\u00eb p\u00eblqen t\u00eb rr\u00ebfej me nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb, t\u00eb rr\u00ebfej, thjesht p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar nj\u00eb efekt… \u00cbsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb, nj\u00eb nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb fiksuar di\u00e7ka, q\u00eb shpresoj t\u00eb p\u00ebrcjell tek lexuesi nj\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi t\u00eb drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb… E par\u00eb holl\u00eb-holl\u00eb, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kan\u00eb qejf t\u00eb rr\u00ebfejn\u00eb, madje edhe ata, q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb fare shkrimtar\u00eb, rr\u00ebfejn\u00eb. Rr\u00ebfimi g\u00eblon n\u00eb kafene, n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, n\u00eb rrug\u00eb e kudo.<\/p>\n K\u00ebto cop\u00ebza historish nga jeta e tyre, nga jeta jon\u00eb dhe e t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve, t\u00eb marra s\u00ebbashku, p\u00ebrb\u00ebjn\u00eb gjith\u00eb historin\u00eb ton\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, t\u00eb shkruar e t\u00eb pashkruar. Puna \u00ebsht\u00eb, sepse rr\u00ebfimin e b\u00ebn keq, kur nuk je i lindur p\u00ebr at\u00eb pun\u00eb. Sa p\u00ebr akuz\u00eb… Un\u00eb, betohem n\u00eb Zot, q\u00eb kur nis t\u00eb shkruaj di\u00e7ka, nuk e b\u00ebj, sepse dua t\u00eb denoncoj apo akuzoj. Pra, nuk e kam aspak at\u00eb q\u00ebllim. Akuzat i b\u00ebjn\u00eb njer\u00ebzit e ligjit, apo pal\u00ebt q\u00eb shkruajn\u00eb n\u00eb gazet\u00eb artikuj kritik\u00eb. N\u00ebse n\u00eb romanin tim ka nj\u00eb akuz\u00eb t\u00eb drejtp\u00ebrdrejt\u00eb apo t\u00eb t\u00ebrthort\u00eb, kjo ka ndodhur vet\u00eb krejt natyrsh\u00ebm n\u00eb vepr\u00ebn time, ka ndodhur gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb un\u00eb thjesht kam rr\u00ebfyer. T\u00eb rr\u00ebfesh dhe t\u00eb akuzosh, mendoj se jan\u00eb dy gj\u00ebra krejt t\u00eb ndryshme.<\/p>\n – P\u00ebrkthyesi i Kadares\u00eb, Marius Dobresku, ka p\u00ebrkthyer dhe botuar n\u00eb Rumani nj\u00eb v\u00ebllim tuajin. Si jeni ndjer\u00eb kur tregimet e tua kan\u00eb folur edhe n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn rumune?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: Dobresku \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dashamir\u00ebs dhe njoh\u00ebs i mir\u00eb i let\u00ebrsis\u00eb shqipe. Ai ka studiuar n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb diplomuar p\u00ebr gjuh\u00eb dhe let\u00ebrsi andej nga vitet shtat\u00ebdhjet\u00eb. Kjo ka b\u00ebr\u00eb, q\u00eb ta njoh\u00eb mir\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn shqipe. P\u00ebrkthimin e v\u00ebllimit tim me tregime “Atdheu prej d\u00ebbore”, e mori p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr, pasi ra n\u00eb kontakt me disa tregime t\u00eb miat t\u00eb botuara n\u00eb faqet letrare t\u00eb organeve t\u00eb shtypit. Libri \u00ebsht\u00eb botuar me sponsorizimin e qeveris\u00eb rumune dhe \u00ebsht\u00eb pritur mjaft mir\u00eb nga lexuesi i atjesh\u00ebm. Padyshim, q\u00eb jam ndjer\u00eb i vler\u00ebsuar, m\u00eb ka ardhur mir\u00eb dhe ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, m\u00eb ka v\u00ebn\u00eb edhe m\u00eb tep\u00ebr n\u00eb pozita pune.<\/p>\n – Po n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn angleze, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer ndonj\u00eb lib\u00ebr i juaj?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: Ende nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb botuar ndonj\u00eb lib\u00ebr i imi n\u00eb anglisht, por jan\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer dhe botuar disa tregime. Vajza ime Gjelina, ka p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb anglisht disa nga tregimet e mia. Ndon\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm tremb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7, ajo po shfaq dhunti t\u00eb jasht\u00ebzakonshme n\u00eb artin e p\u00ebrkthimit. I p\u00eblqen let\u00ebrsia, ndaj lexon shum\u00eb. Tregimin “Macja e zez\u00eb” i p\u00ebrkthyer nga Gjelina, \u00ebsht\u00eb pritur shum\u00eb mir\u00eb nga lexuesi amerikan. Por ka p\u00ebrkthyer edhe Uk Lushi, nj\u00eb njoh\u00ebs i mir\u00eb i let\u00ebrsis\u00eb, i cili ka mbaruar studimet n\u00eb Universitetin “Kolumbia” dhe punon e jeton n\u00eb New York. Gjithashtu, disa tregime i ka p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb anglisht edhe Shenasi Rama, profesor n\u00eb Universitetin e New York-ut. Si p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb test, ne i kemi publikuar ato dhe kemi par\u00eb q\u00eb jan\u00eb vler\u00ebsuar.<\/p>\n – Ku q\u00ebndron sekreti i krijimit p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shkrimtar?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: \u00cbsht\u00eb shum\u00eb i r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm p\u00ebr nj\u00eb krijues fakti i t\u00eb qenit i v\u00ebmendsh\u00ebm karshi jet\u00ebs, nga e cila rrethohet, i v\u00ebmendsh\u00ebm ndaj njeriut dhe misterit, t\u00eb asaj q\u00eb nj\u00eb sy i zakonsh\u00ebm nuk mund ta shikoj\u00eb. Nj\u00eb shkrimtar i mir\u00eb, lind me kat\u00ebr sy, ai mund t\u00eb dalloj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se shtat\u00eb ngjyra brenda realeve. Ai prek m\u00eb shum\u00eb se t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, d\u00ebgjon e shikon m\u00eb shum\u00eb se t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, ndaj dhe zbulon e krijon bukuri t\u00eb fshehta. Kjo nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhet, n\u00ebse nuk e ke talentin dhe aft\u00ebsin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb shikuar thell\u00eb. Kushdo mund ta ket\u00eb kultur\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar, por kultura nuk vlen p\u00ebr t’u b\u00ebr\u00eb shkrimtar i mir\u00eb kur mungon talenti.<\/p>\n – Sipas jush, n\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb stadi ndodhet sot let\u00ebrsia shqipe?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: Un\u00eb nuk e kam aft\u00ebsin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb gjykim t\u00eb sakt\u00eb, por mund t\u00eb them, se gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebtyre viteve, kam v\u00ebn\u00eb re nj\u00eb fenomen t\u00eb r\u00ebndomt\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb krijuar nj\u00eb brigad\u00eb shkrimtarie, q\u00eb e konsideron t\u00eb shkruarit si zanat q\u00eb mund ta ushtroj gjithkush. Kjo brigad\u00eb, punon me aksion nat\u00eb e dit\u00eb, duke b\u00ebr\u00eb zhurm\u00eb e ngritur pluhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbuluar k\u00ebsisoj shkrimtar\u00ebt e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/p>\n E ashtuquajtura let\u00ebrsi, duket se \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb produkt, q\u00eb vjen si pasoj\u00eb e nj\u00eb shkaku. T\u00eb rinj adoleshent\u00eb, bien n\u00eb dashuri dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb kapin lapsin e shkruajn\u00eb poezi, t\u00eb cilat i botojn\u00eb, duke ua hequr prind\u00ebrit shpenzimet e botimit. T\u00eb moshuarit, pleq apo plaka, e b\u00ebjn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb nga dhimbja e thell\u00eb, pasi u vdesin grat\u00eb apo burrat. Ca t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, edhe pse nuk kan\u00eb eksperienca leximi dhe nuk marrin fare er\u00eb nga let\u00ebrsia, mendojn\u00eb se mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhen shkrimtar\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj. Shkruajn\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb t’iu vij\u00eb dor\u00ebsh, p\u00ebrpiqen t\u00eb duken t\u00eb zgjuar para t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve, dhe, ngase nuk ua lexon kush, ke frik\u00eb t’i takosh rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs, sepse t’i lexojn\u00eb vet\u00eb, madje me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb. Megjithat\u00eb, duke ve\u00e7uar disa z\u00ebra t\u00eb koh\u00ebs s\u00eb socrealizmit, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt nuk mundi t’i fshinte koha, pasn\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjeta, nxori n\u00eb sken\u00eb nj\u00eb gjenerat\u00eb t\u00eb re shum\u00eb serioze si Agron Tufa, Ervin Hatibi, Ridvan Dibra, Dalan Luzaj, Virion Graci, Petrit Nika, Gjeke Marinaj, Romeo \u00c7ollaku, Alban Bala, Ardian Ky\u00e7yku e shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, q\u00eb tani nuk m\u00eb kujtohen.<\/p>\n – Ju vini nga New Yorku, si e gjetet k\u00ebsaj here Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: E gjeta t\u00eb ndryshuar p\u00ebr mir\u00eb. Duket q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb punuar seriozisht. Dhe kur shikon ndryshime, kur shikon q\u00eb punohet, rritet shpresa tek njer\u00ebzit p\u00ebr nj\u00eb t\u00eb ardhme edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n – M\u00eb konkretisht…?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: M\u00eb konkretisht mund t\u00eb them, se jan\u00eb shtruar shum\u00eb rrug\u00eb, vura re, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb punuar dhe po vazhdon t\u00eb punohet p\u00ebr t’u rregulluar infrastruktura, madje deri n\u00eb fshatrat m\u00eb t\u00eb thella. Por ajo q\u00eb vlen t\u00eb p\u00ebrmendet, \u00ebsht\u00eb sepse njer\u00ebzit kan\u00eb ndryshuar mentalitet dhe jan\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatur me realen e kapitalizmit si sistem. I jan\u00eb larguar \u00e7menduris\u00eb kolektive dhe merren me pun\u00ebn, me familjen, pra me jet\u00ebn e tyre…<\/p>\n – Do t\u00eb q\u00ebndroni p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb, apo mendoni t\u00eb ktheheni nj\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri?<\/em><\/p>\n R. Gjini<\/strong>: Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb pyetje, s\u00eb cil\u00ebs nuk mendoj se mund t’i jap nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje t\u00eb sakt\u00eb. Tani p\u00ebr tani, jemi lidhur me at\u00eb vend. Them jemi lidhur, sepse kemi dashur vet\u00eb t\u00eb lidhemi. P\u00ebr njer\u00ebz q\u00eb punojn\u00eb, Amerika \u00ebsht\u00eb vend i shanseve t\u00eb m\u00ebdha. Atje, njer\u00ebzit e duan rregullin, e duan ligjin dhe punojn\u00eb seriozisht p\u00ebr ta p\u00ebrsosur sistemin.<\/p>\n Punojn\u00eb nat\u00eb e dit\u00eb, duke shlyer detyrimet ndaj shtetit e duke g\u00ebzuar t\u00eb drejtat q\u00eb u jan\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb. Para do koh\u00ebsh, jemi b\u00ebr\u00eb edhe qytetar\u00eb amerikan\u00eb me t\u00eb drejt\u00eb vote p\u00ebr t\u00eb zgjedhur e p\u00ebr t’u zgjedhur.<\/p>\n Ime shoqe, Fitorja, mbaroi universitetin n\u00eb New York, pastaj studjoi edhe dy vite t\u00eb tjera dhe mori masterin p\u00ebr edukim t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithsh\u00ebm dhe special. Aktualisht jep m\u00ebsim n\u00eb nj\u00eb shkoll\u00eb publike. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi, Hektori dhe Ina, shkojn\u00eb rregullisht n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb dhe jan\u00eb shum\u00eb mir\u00eb me m\u00ebsime. E duam at\u00eb vend dhe jemi betuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb si t\u00eb ishte atdheu yn\u00eb. Sepse n\u00eb fakt, i yni \u00ebsht\u00eb, edhe pse nuk kemi lindur atje. Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e duam dhe do ta duam gjithmon\u00eb, sepse k\u00ebtu kemi lindur, kemi sht\u00ebpin\u00eb, t\u00eb af\u00ebrmit…<\/p>\n ——-<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb proz\u00eb si bresh\u00ebr kristalesh i shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb me shpirtmadh\u00ebsi mbi realitetet tona pragmatike e egoiste<\/strong><\/p>\n Nga Marius Dobrescu<\/strong>*<\/p>\n Kur e p\u00ebrktheva tregimin e par\u00eb t\u00eb Ramiz Gjinit, pata nj\u00eb stepje, pasi nuk kisha d\u00ebgjuar kurr\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb shkrimtar.<\/p>\n Tregimet shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukura t\u00eb librit “Atdheu prej d\u00ebbore”, ngase qen\u00eb shkruar me dor\u00ebn e sigurt\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb shkrimtari profesionist, nuk dija si t’i trajtoja. Pastaj, duke marr\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb nj\u00ebrin pas tjetrit v\u00ebllimet e tij t\u00eb botuara viteve t\u00eb fundit, bindja m’u forcua m\u00eb tep\u00ebr. K\u00ebshtu, un\u00eb kuptova se kisha t\u00eb b\u00ebja me krijime t\u00eb nj\u00eb shkrimtari bashk\u00ebkohor t\u00eb formuar jasht\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb, por t\u00eb lidhur shum\u00eb ngusht\u00eb me karakterin e ve\u00e7ant\u00eb t\u00eb realiteteve t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n Let\u00ebrsia shqipe ka njohur raste t\u00eb ngjashme me shkrimtar\u00eb klasik\u00eb, modern\u00eb si dhe bashk\u00ebkohor\u00eb, shkrimtar\u00eb, vepra e t\u00eb cil\u00ebve, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb pasuri e pa\u00e7mueshme q\u00eb nuk duhet humbur. Sidomos, kam parasysh k\u00ebtu, Lasgush Poradecin e Mitrush Kutelin, tashm\u00eb t\u00eb njohur nga t\u00eb gjith\u00eb.<\/p>\n Por le t\u00eb kthehemi tek Ramiz Gjini. Proza e tij rrezaton nj\u00eb nostalgji t\u00eb pafund p\u00ebr koh\u00eb e vende t\u00eb lashta e t\u00eb munguara. Ndjesit\u00eb e tij t\u00eb pashmangshme e t\u00eb fuqishme prej aktori dhe shkrimtari, p\u00ebrcillen p\u00ebrmes nj\u00eb sensibilizimi t\u00eb personazheve vdekatar\u00eb. Mjafton t\u00eb p\u00ebrmendim n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb v\u00ebllim t\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb rumanisht tregimet “Atdheu prej d\u00ebbore”, apo “D\u00ebrgesa e Zotit”, p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar forc\u00ebn sugjestionuese t\u00eb artit t\u00eb tij”.<\/p>\n T\u00eb dy k\u00ebto tregime, na fusin n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb mrekullueshme f\u00ebmij\u00ebrie, ku gjith\u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb e mundshme dhe asgj\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e ndaluar. Toni i narrativ\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb i ngroht\u00eb e gjith\u00eb afrimitet. Duke pasqyruar me thjesht\u00ebsi naivitetin e mosh\u00ebs s\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb, prozatori Ramiz Gjini, na fut n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb, ku gjith\u00e7ka duket si nj\u00eb bresh\u00ebr kristalesh i shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb me shpirtmadh\u00ebsi mbi realitetet tona pragmatike e egoiste. N\u00eb librin “Atdheu prej d\u00ebbore”, q\u00eb un\u00eb kam p\u00ebrkthyer, gjenden edhe nj\u00eb seri tregimesh me subjekte nga jeta n\u00eb fshat. Ngjarjet ndodhin n\u00eb Biboll, nj\u00eb vend q\u00eb aktualisht, nuk gjendet n\u00eb asnj\u00eb hart\u00eb t\u00eb bot\u00ebs, por gjendet n\u00eb mendjen e shkrimtarit.<\/p>\n Personazhet jan\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht autentik\u00eb e plot jet\u00eb. Ata flasin n\u00eb dialektin e tyre t\u00eb pasur lokal, pak t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, por jasht\u00ebzakonisht plastik dhe shum\u00eb t\u00eb gjall\u00eb. Shkrimtari ka zot\u00ebsin\u00eb t\u00eb shp\u00ebrndaj\u00eb e t\u00eb sjell\u00eb n\u00eb masa t\u00eb sakta gjith\u00eb element\u00ebt e nj\u00eb tregimi modern, brenda t\u00eb cilit, nuk mungon as melankolia, as humori, as sarkazma dhe as men\u00e7uria popullore. Subjektet nuk jan\u00eb aspak spektakolare, por vijn\u00eb si produkt i jet\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme e reale, anipse dramatike t\u00eb fshatit.<\/p>\n Nostalgjia e shkrimtarit e mbush l\u00ebnd\u00ebn tejendan\u00eb, duke u b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebshtu, fibra e tekstit t\u00eb narrativ\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Kurse ato ndodhi t\u00eb jet\u00ebs amerikane q\u00eb gjenden n\u00eb tregimet e tij, jan\u00eb shprehje e p\u00ebrballjes s\u00eb Gjinit me realitetin n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin aktualisht ndodhet dhe q\u00eb ai e ka adoptuar. Ky realitet \u00ebsht\u00eb diametralisht i kund\u00ebrt me at\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb fshati t\u00eb larg\u00ebt ballkanik. Konfrontimi me realitete e mend\u00ebsi t\u00eb tilla t\u00eb ngritura n\u00eb p\u00ebrmasat e nj\u00eb lufte t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruar n\u00eb tregimin “Kthimi i Daj\u00ebs Alem”.<\/p>\n Ramiz Gjini, tashm\u00eb ka hyr\u00eb n\u00eb let\u00ebrsi me rezultatet e admirueshme t\u00eb nj\u00eb shkrimtari serioz.<\/p>\n ” P\u00ebrkthyes i veprave t\u00eb Kadares\u00eb n\u00eb rumanisht<\/em><\/p>\n ———<\/p>\n Vler\u00ebsime p\u00ebr shkrimtarin Ramiz Gjini<\/strong><\/p>\n Fatos Kongoli<\/strong>, shkrimtar<\/em>:<\/p>\n “Kur Ramiz Gjinit, i kam lexuar dhe botuar tregimin e par\u00eb n\u00eb gazet\u00ebn “RD”, \u00ebsht\u00eb pak t\u00eb them se proza e tij m\u00eb befasoi. Sipas meje, Ramiz Gjini, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb prozator, leximi i t\u00eb cilit t\u00eb p\u00ebrfton k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb”.<\/p>\n Agron Tufa<\/strong>, shkrimtar<\/em>:<\/p>\n Para nesh kemi nj\u00eb pen\u00eb mjesht\u00ebrore, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfimtar t\u00eb lindur q\u00eb zbulon n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet humorit t\u00eb zymt\u00eb, plot poezi, diavoliad\u00ebn shqiptare t\u00eb kaosit individual e shoq\u00ebror. Edhe pse n\u00eb romanin “Rr\u00ebket\u00eb” personazhet jan\u00eb pothuajse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb negativ\u00eb, antiepik\u00eb e kontradiktor\u00eb, k\u00ebta antiheronj jan\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruar me dhimbje, p\u00ebrvujtni e dashuri, nj\u00eb karakteristik\u00eb e hershme, q\u00eb i dallon t\u00eb gjitha krijimet e k\u00ebtij autori.<\/p>\n Xhezair Abazi<\/strong>, kritik letrar<\/em>:<\/p>\n “N\u00eb secilin prej tregimeve t\u00eb shkrimtarit Ramiz Gjini, gjejm\u00eb dometh\u00ebnie t\u00eb dyta, e nganj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb treta p\u00ebr t’i analizuar n\u00eb detaje. Interesante \u00ebsht\u00eb, q\u00eb n\u00eb proz\u00ebn e tij, jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb lexues t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm mund ta interpretojn\u00eb filozofin\u00eb e k\u00ebtij shkrimtari sipas definitetit t\u00eb tyre, por nganj\u00ebher\u00eb ato befasojn\u00eb edhe studiuesin m\u00eb t\u00eb kualifikuar”<\/p>\n Xhafer Martini<\/strong>, shkrimtar<\/em>:<\/p>\n “Romani “Bibollasit” i Ramiz Gjinit ka shum\u00eb filozofi, ka estetik\u00eb, ka moral, ka politik\u00eb, ka marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie shoq\u00ebrore, ka kontradikt\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb roman mozaik i nd\u00ebrtuar me gur\u00eb, jo gur\u00eb dosido, por gur manjetik, q\u00eb mbajn\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrin dhe krijojn\u00eb kohezionin e p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt t\u00eb nj\u00eb godine q\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb shembet”.<\/p>\n P\u00ebrgatiti<\/em>: Agron Sejamini<\/strong><\/p>\n ——–<\/p>\n Fragment nga romani “BIBOLLASIT” i shkrimtarit R. GJINI<\/strong><\/p>\n Kur Nur\u00e7ja u takua me Krroqin, dukej mjaft i k\u00ebnaqur. Kishte kruar kurrizin dhe u kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb masazh tuleve t\u00eb prapanic\u00ebs. Gjithashtu, ai kishte porositur edhe medaljen \u201cPena e art\u00eb\u201d p\u00ebr romanin e tij t\u00eb fundit, t\u00eb cilin, n\u00eb fakt, ende nuk e kishte shkruar. Ai mendonte ta shkruante k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr gjat\u00eb dy jav\u00ebve t\u00eb q\u00ebndrimit n\u00eb plazh me gruan e tij, Lemen.<\/p>\n Shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e, kishte bler\u00eb gjithashtu, edhe nj\u00eb \u201ctelegram urimi p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen e tij t\u00eb af\u00ebrt, q\u00eb pritej t\u2019ia niste shkrimtari nobelist latino-amerikan, Gabriel Garsia Markes, si dhe nj\u00eb titull \u201cKalor\u00ebs i tregimeve me partizan\u00eb\u201c.<\/p>\n Ai kishte dashur t\u00eb blinte edhe nj\u00eb \u201cDoctor Honoris Causa\u201c, por, nuk i kishin dal\u00eb parat\u00eb. Pastaj, ky \u00e7mim shitej bashk\u00eb me viz\u00ebn p\u00ebr jasht\u00eb shtetit. Kurse Nur\u00e7ja, ende nuk qe gati p\u00ebr t\u00eb dal\u00eb jasht\u00eb shtetit, pasi gruaja e tij, Lemja, nuk ishte fort mir\u00eb nga sh\u00ebndeti: qe dhjamosur me tepric\u00eb, kishte shtuar n\u00eb pesh\u00eb dhe kur hynte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ulej p\u00ebr t\u2019u ngritur vet\u00ebm t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen. V\u00ebrtet, q\u00eb kolegu i tij qorr n\u00eb nj\u00eb sy, Eshref Kica, e kishte marr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00e7mim, por Nur\u00e7ja, t\u00eb mos shikonte Eshrefin. Eshrefi, ia kishte, si i thon\u00eb, takatin.<\/p>\n B\u00ebnte biznes me leshin q\u00eb blinte anemban\u00eb Bibollit, e pastaj ia shiste Brahim \u00c7ad\u00ebrbashit p\u00ebr punishten e qylimave. K\u00ebshtu, ai i tha vetes, q\u00eb nuk duhej t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitej pasi edhe \u201cDoctor Honoris Causa\u201c, do t\u00eb vinte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb. P\u00ebr \u00e7do muaj, do t\u00eb hiqte ca para menj\u00eban\u00eb nga pensioni q\u00eb merrte, nj\u00eb \u00e7ik\u00eb do ta ndihmonin fansat e tij, dhe k\u00ebshtu, ai do ta merrte edhe at\u00eb \u00e7mim. Patjet\u00ebr, q\u00eb do ta merrte.<\/p>\n Kur Krroqi pati qen\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebs n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn tet\u00ebvje\u00e7are \u201cDituria\u201c, Nur\u00e7ja, aso kohe m\u00ebsues, i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00ebsim. Kurse Krroqi, gjithnj\u00eb i pati sjell\u00eb atij fasule, qep\u00eb, arra t\u00eb q\u00ebruara, hoshaf kumbullash e moll\u00ebsh, kunguj, thana t\u00eb thata, miell misri, past\u00ebrma dhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Sa her\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit i n\u00ebnshtroheshin ndonj\u00eb provimi n\u00eb l\u00ebnd\u00ebn e arithmetik\u00ebs, n\u00eb vend t\u00eb ushtrimeve, q\u00eb duheshin zgjidhur, Krroqi, shkruante aty ndonj\u00eb histori t\u00eb Nastradinit ose ndonj\u00eb barcalet t\u00eb Palush Hat\u00ebs. Pastaj fuste n\u00eb mes t\u00eb dyflet\u00ebshit nj\u00eb dhjet\u00ebmij\u00eblek\u00ebsh dhe ia dor\u00ebzonte Nur\u00e7es.<\/p>\n T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, kur Nur\u00e7ja shp\u00ebrndante flet\u00ebt me rezultatet, i thoshte Krroqit: \u201cTi Rroqi, ke b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebrparime; n\u00ebse angazhohesh m\u00eb fort, ke mund\u00ebsi edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb\u201d. Her\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, Krroqi \u201cangazhohej\u201d m\u00eb tep\u00ebr: shtonte edhe nj\u00eb dymij\u00eblek\u00ebsh dhe k\u00ebshtu, ngrihej edhe rezultati i vler\u00ebsimit, q\u00eb b\u00ebnte Nur\u00e7ja.<\/p>\n Sapo u takuan, Nur\u00e7ja, i shtr\u00ebngoi Krroqit dor\u00ebn mu si nj\u00eb babaxhan e i tha:<\/p>\n – M\u00eb b\u00ebhet shum\u00eb qejfi, q\u00eb t\u00eb shikoj, o i dashuri, nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi im, Rroq. Lemja ime, gjithmon\u00eb i kujton ato gj\u00ebrat e mira, q\u00eb ti na sillje n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi n\u00eb shenj\u00eb respekti t\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Edhe un\u00eb, profesor i dashtun, Nur\u00e7e, gjithashtu, g\u00ebzohem shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n Si shk\u00ebmbyen kortezit\u00eb e \u00e7asteve t\u00eb para, Krroqi e pyeti n\u00ebse kishte n\u00eb dor\u00eb ndonj\u00eb kryevep\u00ebr t\u00eb re.<\/p>\n Shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e, u mbush thell\u00eb me frym\u00eb, hapi krah\u00ebt si t\u00eb deshte t\u00eb fluturonte e gjith\u00eb solemnitet tha:<\/p>\n – Kam nj\u00eb roman…<\/p>\n – Sa mir\u00eb! – ia pat p\u00ebrnj\u00ebher\u00ebsh Krroqi. – Romani m\u2019p\u00eblqen. Ndjehesh i ngopun kur e mbaron s\u00eb lexuari. Kurse ato tregimet dhe poezit\u00eb e shkurt\u00ebra, q\u00eb shkruan ai shkrimtari Eshref Kica, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nuk hahen fare.<\/p>\n – L\u00ebre Eshrefin, – k\u00ebrceu p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb i inatosur Nur\u00e7ja, pa mundur ta p\u00ebrmbante egoizmin e tij. – Atij qorri, i b\u00ebri gjeli vez\u00eb. E ngriti n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb treg\u00ebtia e leshit, dhe tani, do q\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb edhe shkrimtar. Me lek\u00ebt q\u00eb fiton nga leshi, paguan at\u00eb Xhanfize Pasmaqiun, q\u00eb t\u2019ia shkruaj\u00eb librat.<\/p>\n – Ashtu, a?!<\/p>\n – Mos e diskuto.<\/p>\n – Po qe v\u00ebrtet k\u00ebshtu, profesor, i bie q\u00eb Eshrefi t\u00eb jet\u00eb shkrimtar leshi.<\/p>\n – Leshi nga ai me rrodhe, i ngat\u00ebrruari e i palari fare thuaj, – tha duke qeshur i k\u00ebnaqur shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e. – K\u00ebt\u00eb ma ka th\u00ebn\u00eb vet\u00eb Xhanfizja, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur po shkonte t\u2019i merrte k\u00ebstin e fundit t\u00eb librit \u201cKandili i ndjenjave t\u00eb mija\u201d, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, q\u00eb do t\u00eb merrte porosi p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr lib\u00ebr me poezi t\u00eb titulluar \u201cOxhaku i dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, nuk nxjerr tym\u201d.<\/p>\n Ish nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi Krroq Murdari ngjeshi nja tre her\u00eb maj\u00ebn e gjuh\u00ebs pas qiellz\u00ebs, nc\u00ebk-nc\u00ebk-nc\u00ebk, pastaj u kujtua e tha:<\/p>\n – Pra, ju, profesor, that\u00eb q\u00eb keni n\u00eb dor\u00eb nj\u00eb roman.<\/p>\n – E kam, – tha jo pa krenari Nur\u00e7ja. – Dhe q\u00eb ta dish ti, o i dashuri nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi im Rroq, ky roman, ndon\u00ebse nuk kam filluar ta shkruaj ende, pritet t\u00eb fitoj\u00eb \u00e7mimin \u201cPena e art\u00eb\u201c, nj\u00eb \u00e7mim ky, q\u00eb jep \u00e7do vit Ministria jon\u00eb e Kultur\u00ebs.<\/p>\n – Uaaa, sa mir\u00eb! Urime, profesor, urime!<\/p>\n – Faleminderit i dashur, – ia ktheu i k\u00ebnaqur tjetri.<\/p>\n – Po arrite t\u00eb fus\u00ebsh n\u00eb dor\u00eb pen\u00ebn e art\u00eb, – vijoi Krroqi, – at\u00ebher\u00eb, asht\u2019 e sigurt\u00eb, q\u00eb ti, profesor, me k\u00ebt\u00eb pen\u00eb, do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb shkruash kryevepra bot\u00ebrore.<\/p>\n – Kismet, – tha Nur\u00e7ja. – Vet\u00ebm ta marrim nj\u00ebher\u00eb, pastaj shohim e b\u00ebjm\u00eb. – Mori s\u00ebrish frym\u00eb thell\u00eb e shtoi: – Romani im bazohet plot\u00ebsisht\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb ngjarje t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Eu!<\/p>\n – Posi, – tha Nur\u00e7ja duke tundur kok\u00ebn r\u00ebnd\u00eb-r\u00ebnd\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb dramatike pasi n\u00eb kok\u00ebn e tij, feksi n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ast gjith\u00eb drama e pashkruar e romanit.<\/p>\n – Shum\u00eb mir\u00eb, profesor. Shum\u00eb-shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. M\u00eb b\u00ebhet qejfi, sepse nj\u00eb ngjarjeje t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, nuk mund t\u2019i b\u00ebjn\u00eb as kritik\u00eb letrare e t\u00eb thon\u00eb, ta z\u00ebm\u00eb, q\u00eb ia ke futur kot. Edhe po e qullose keq, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn, asht\u2019 ngjarje e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Dhe t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, dihet q\u00eb nuk e luan as topi. A s\u2019m\u00eb thua, profesor, kur\u00eb t\u00eb paska ndodhun kjo ngjarje?<\/p>\n – Nuk m\u00eb ka ndodhur mua, – tha Nur\u00e7ja. – I ka ndodhur Aqifit, kur ka qen\u00eb ushtar.<\/p>\n – Cilit Aqif? Sepse un\u00eb njoh n\u00eb Biboll nja kat\u00ebrmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb aqifa.<\/p>\n – Aqif Qir\u00ebs, djalit t\u00eb daj\u00ebs tim. Eh, sa ka vuajtur i shkreti Aqif! – tha Nur\u00e7ja pasi nxorri nj\u00eb ofsham\u00eb dhimbje.<\/p>\n – Ashtu, a?<\/p>\n – Posi.<\/p>\n – Sa keq asht\u00eb profesor, kur…<\/p>\n – L\u00ebre, l\u00ebre… Esht\u00eb nj\u00eb histori trishtuese, q\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb them. – N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pik\u00eb, Nur\u00e7ja, mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb, xorri edhe nj\u00eb ofsham\u00eb tjet\u00ebr e tha: – M\u00eb rr\u00ebnqethet mishi kur e kujtoj.<\/p>\n – Edhe mua, profesor, kur d\u00ebgjoj nganj\u00ebher\u00eb histori t\u00eb tilla trishtuese si kjo e Aqifit… Ta besosh, q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebhet mishi kokrriz\u00eb. Sipas shkenc\u00ebs, profesor, p\u00ebrse ndodh k\u00ebshtu?<\/p>\n – Sepse mbi t\u00eb gjitha, o Rroqi im i dashur, jemi njer\u00ebz. Njer\u00ebz prej mishi dhe gjaku.<\/p>\n – Ashtu asht\u00eb, – i dha t\u00eb drejt\u00eb Krroqi. Dhe disi me drojtje, pyeti: – A ma tregon pak shkurt k\u00ebt\u2019 historin\u00eb e Aqifit, profesor, sepse, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nuk pres dot derisa ta shkruash?<\/p>\n Nur\u00e7ja pranoi t\u2018ia tregonte, por me kusht, q\u00eb p\u00ebr sa koh\u00eb nuk e kishte shkruar e botuar ende, t\u00eb mbetej mes tyre si nj\u00eb sekret. Ai tha se shum\u00eb shkrimtar\u00eb bibollas, kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb fam\u00eb me idet\u00eb dhe subjektet, q\u00eb ia kishin vjedhur atij gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs kur kishte qen\u00eb i ri dhe pap\u00ebrvoj\u00eb. Ama, kur Nur\u00e7ja i kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb gishtin kok\u00ebs dhe nuk fliste m\u00eb kafeneve, ata e lan krejt shkrimtarin\u00eb dhe u mor\u00ebn me vreshtarin\u00eb, blektorin\u00eb si dhe zanate t\u00eb tjera q\u00eb nuk k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb shum\u00eb vramendje. Sipas tij, edhe Shekspiri, nuk kishte qen\u00eb shkrimtar\u00eb, por nj\u00eb fshir\u00ebs oxhaqesh. Ia kishte marr\u00eb veprat e tij nj\u00eb lop\u00e7ari t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr, i cili, i la amanet t\u2019ia botonte pas vdekjes. Kur lop\u00e7ari vdiq, ai ia botoi, por, ia botoi n\u00eb emrin e vet dhe k\u00ebshtu, b\u00ebri fam\u00eb t\u00eb madhe.<\/p>\n – V\u00ebrtet, ashtu duhet t\u00eb ket\u00eb qen\u00eb profesor, – tha gjithe qejf\u00eb Krroqi, – sepse mua m\u00eb\u2019kan\u00eb than\u00eb, q\u00eb edhe regjisori Lef Kupi, nuk e ka Rashel\u00ebn bash gruan e tij. Thon\u00eb, q\u00eb ia mori at\u00eb, Azgan Kazuzit, atij treg\u00ebtarit t\u00eb madh t\u00eb djathit. Pas k\u00ebsaj, Azgani, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin thuhet, q\u00eb edhe mustaqet nuk i ka t\u00eb vetat, mori Kalemen, gruan e atij teknikut t\u00eb nd\u00ebrzimit, Marin Dermekut. Marini, m\u00eb duket se do me marr\u00eb Lulushen e Brahim \u00c7ad\u00ebrbashit. Brahimi, i sillet rrotull gruas s\u00eb Filip Zhulit; kurse ky i fundit, do me marr\u00eb kamarieren Xhina Sina, dashnoren e karrocjerit Mark Pati, q\u00eb flitet se shkon edhe me gruan e kryetarit Xhabir Ka\u00e7orri. K\u00ebshtu jan\u00eb njer\u00ebzit, profesor. Lakmojn\u00eb vet\u00ebm gj\u00ebn\u00eb e tjetrit, – i dha fund arsyetimit Krroqi.<\/p>\n – Kjo nuk duhet t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb, o i dashuri nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi im, – tha Nur\u00e7ja, disi qejf\u00ebprishur pse kishin dal\u00eb nga tema. – Librat e shenjt\u00eb thon\u00eb: at\u00eb q\u00eb e bashkon nj\u00ebher\u00eb Hyu, nuk duhet ta ndaj\u00eb njeriu.<\/p>\n – Un\u00eb mendoj, q\u00eb gjith\u00eb faj \u00ebsht\u00eb i grave, – tha Krroqi. – N\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e n\u00ebnt\u00eb p\u00ebrqind t\u00eb tyre jan\u00eb kurva. Kurse vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb p\u00ebrqind, jan\u00eb t\u00eb nder\u00ebshme, dhe ato, padyshim, o profesor i dashur, jan\u00eb grat\u00eb tona.<\/p>\n Nur\u00e7ja nuk foli, u mjaftua me nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb miratimi, q\u00eb b\u00ebri me kok\u00eb. Hodhi tej duqin e cigares s\u00eb ndezur dhe me shum\u00eb familjaritet, e t\u00ebrhoqi Krroqin m\u00ebnjan\u00eb. Pastaj q\u00eb t\u00eb dy, Nur\u00e7ja i vog\u00ebl dhe Krroqi i madh, u ul\u00ebn kacipup pran\u00eb disa kak\u00ebrdhive q\u00eb ndodheshin p\u00ebrpara tyre n\u00eb tok\u00eb.<\/p>\n Si u b\u00ebn\u00eb kok\u00eb m\u00eb kok\u00eb, p\u00ebr ta b\u00ebr\u00eb sa m\u00eb t\u00eb kuptueshme p\u00ebr ish nx\u00ebn\u00ebsin e tij, shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e, nisi ta tregonte historin\u00eb duke e ilustruar me kok\u00ebrra kak\u00ebrdhish\u00eb, t\u00eb cilat ai i konsideronte si personazhe.<\/p>\n – Djali i daj\u00ebs tim, Aqifi, – tha ai, nd\u00ebrsa mori nj\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhi me dor\u00eb dhe e ve\u00e7oi nga t\u00eb tjerat, – ra n\u00eb dashuri dhe deshi t\u00eb martohej me Haxheren, vajz\u00ebn e komandantit t\u00eb brigad\u00ebs. – Nur\u00e7ja mori edhe nj\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhi t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, nj\u00eb \u00e7ik\u00ebz m\u00eb t\u00eb njom\u00eb dhe e vendosi pran\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00ebs. – K\u00ebshtu, si\u00e7 e shikon edhe vet\u00eb, u b\u00ebn\u00eb dy kak\u00ebrdhi pran\u00eb nj\u00ebra tjetr\u00ebs, q\u00eb ne po i konsiderojm\u00eb tani si dy t\u00eb dashuruar. Deri k\u00ebtu, besoj, q\u00eb e kupton.<\/p>\n – E kuptoj, posi, – tha Krroqi. – Patjet\u00ebr, q\u00eb e kuptoj.<\/p>\n – Tani, a e merr me mend \u00e7\u2019ndodh m\u00eb tej, o Rroqi im i dashur?<\/p>\n – M\u00eb tej… Po ja, si t\u00eb them…<\/p>\n – Thuaje, thuaje, – e nxiti shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e. – M\u00eb intereson t\u00eb di mendimin t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n – Mendoj, q\u00eb komandanti i brigad\u00ebs, – plot\u00ebsoi Krroqi, duke hequr edhe ai m\u00eb nj\u00eb an\u00eb p\u00ebr hesap t\u00eb vet nj\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhi t\u00eb tret\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe se dy t\u00eb parat, – nuk donte t\u2019ia jepte vajz\u00ebn nj\u00eb ushtari t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb si Aqifi… K\u2019shtu, profesor?<\/p>\n – Ekzakt k\u00ebshtu, – k\u00ebrceu e tha i k\u00ebnaqur Nur\u00e7ja. – Pra, ai donte ta martonte vajz\u00ebn e tij, me djalin e komisares s\u00eb brigad\u00ebs, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e kishte dashnore.<\/p>\n – Eu! Dashnore, \u00eb?!<\/p>\n – Po, dashnore, – ia pat Nur\u00e7ja. – Dhe, a ta merr mendja \u00e7far\u00eb lind tani, o i dashuri nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi im?<\/p>\n – Tani, profesor… Si t\u00eb them… Edhe ma merr, edhe s\u2019ma merr…<\/p>\n – Lind kooo… – deshi ta ndihmonte me nj\u00eb rrokje Nur\u00e7ja. – Kooo…<\/p>\n – Kopili, – plot\u00ebsoi Krroqi.<\/p>\n – Konflikti, – tha p\u00ebrnj\u00ebher\u00ebsh Nur\u00e7ja gjith\u00eb pasion e duke ngritur gishtin tregues p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb. – Lind konflikti dhe jo kopili. – Ia ngjiti dor\u00ebn nj\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhie tjet\u00ebr dhe e vendosi pran\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhis\u00eb q\u00eb pati hequr Krroqi, duke krijuar k\u00ebshtu, dy pal\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhi n\u00eb opozit\u00eb me nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebn. – Pra, si\u00e7 thash\u00eb, lind konflikti, q\u00eb e shtyn me forc\u00eb ngjarjen p\u00ebrpara.<\/p>\n – E kuptoj.<\/p>\n – Domosdo, q\u00eb e kupton, – tha Nur\u00e7ja. – Tani, a ta pret mendja \u00e7far\u00eb rrjedhe merr ngjarja, o i dashuri nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi im Rroq?<\/p>\n – Them, q\u00eb ma pret.<\/p>\n – Urdh\u00ebro e fol.<\/p>\n – Komisarja e brigad\u00ebs, q\u00eb tani i bije t\u00eb jet\u00eb kjo kak\u00ebrdhia e madhe k\u00ebtu, – vijoi disi i pasigurt\u00eb Krroqi, nd\u00ebrsa shtyu ngadal\u00eb me gishtin tregues nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr kak\u00ebrdhi, – nuk pranon, q\u00eb djali i saj, t\u2019marr\u00eb p\u00ebr nuse k\u00ebt\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb…, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, vajz\u00ebn e dashnorit, desha t\u00eb them…<\/p>\n – Bravo! – tha Nur\u00e7ja i k\u00ebnaqur. – K\u00ebshtu, si\u00e7 e merr me mend edhe vet\u00eb, o Rroq i dashur, kjo kak\u00ebrdhia e dyt\u00eb, q\u00eb sapo preke, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, Haxherja, ngelet as k\u00ebndej, as andej. Bie n\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrim dhe vret veten me pistolet\u00ebn e k\u00ebtij kak\u00ebrdhiut t\u00eb madh, q\u00eb i bije t\u00eb jet\u00eb babai i saj…<\/p>\n N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb rr\u00ebfimit, shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e, kapi kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb e dyt\u00eb, e shkrydhi me gishta, e b\u00ebri pluhur dhe nxorri nj\u00eb psher\u00ebtim\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimisht t\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Eh! – ia b\u00ebri edhe Krroqi. – Si \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo jet\u00eb, profesor! Gjith\u00eb ajo alamet vajze u b\u00eb pluhur kak\u00ebrdhie! Tani ishte, tani s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb. Kurse Aqifi i shkret\u00eb… Eh, si \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo jet\u00eb profesor! Eh, si \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo jet\u00eb…!<\/p>\n – L\u00ebre-l\u00ebre, – tha Nur\u00e7ja. – Po tani, a ta merr mendja, o Rroq i dashur, n\u00eb \u00e7\u2019pik\u00eb kemi mb\u00ebrritur?<\/p>\n – Jo, nuk ma merr, – tha Krroqi me gjys\u00ebm z\u00ebri. Dhe, nd\u00ebrsa hodhi syt\u00eb p\u00ebrreth, pyeti: – Ku kemi mb\u00ebrritur, profesor?<\/p>\n – Kemi mb\u00ebrritur n\u00eb pik\u00ebn kulminante t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj historie.<\/p>\n – Ke shum\u00eb t\u00eb drejt, profesor. Mos e diskuto: ky asht\u00eb kulmi, – u hodh p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb i k\u00ebnaqur polici Krroq Murdari.<\/p>\n – Tamam kulmi, – tha i k\u00ebnaqur edhe Nur\u00e7ja. – A mund ta gjesh\u00eb dot, \u00e7far\u00eb ndodh tani n\u00eb kulm?<\/p>\n – N\u00eb kulm?<\/p>\n – Po, bash n\u00eb kulm.<\/p>\n – Mendoj, q\u00eb…. djali i komisares s\u00eb brigad\u00ebs, q\u00eb tani i bije t\u00eb jet\u00eb ky kak\u00ebrdhiu i kat\u00ebrt, e merr vesh k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00ebm\u00eb, – tha Krroqi, nd\u00ebrsa mori n\u00eb tok\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb p\u00ebrkat\u00ebse, – edhe ai, merr pistolet\u00ebn e t\u2019j\u00ebm\u00ebs dhe bam, ia fut plumbin vetes mu n\u2019zem\u00ebr.<\/p>\n Krroqi e futi kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb mes gishtit t\u00eb madh dhe atij tregues, e gjuajti tej si nj\u00eb zar dhe priti vler\u00ebsimin e Nur\u00e7es.<\/p>\n – Ekzakt k\u00ebshtu, – miratoi shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e. – Pas k\u00ebsaj tragjedie, o Rroqi im, komandanti i brigad\u00ebs, pra, ky kak\u00ebrdhiu m\u00eb i madh q\u00eb kemi k\u00ebtu, ndahet me gruan e tij t\u00eb par\u00eb dhe martohet me kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb e brigad\u00ebs… Desha t\u00eb them, me komisaren e brigad\u00ebs, e cila, edhe ajo, braktis burrin e saj, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, kak\u00ebrdhiun e par\u00eb…<\/p>\n N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pik\u00eb, Nur\u00e7ja i ve\u00e7oi bashk\u00eb dy kak\u00ebrdhi t\u00eb m\u00ebdha dhe ra n\u00eb mendime t\u00eb thella.<\/p>\n – Kurse burri i braktisun i komisares s\u00eb brigad\u00ebs, – vijoi Krroqi duke t\u00ebrhequr edhe ai nj\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhi t\u00eb madhe, – martohet me k\u00ebt\u00eb kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb tjet\u00ebr…, pra, me gruan e braktisun t\u2019komandantit t\u2019brigad\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Dhe Krroqi, b\u00ebri bashk\u00eb dy kak\u00ebrdhi t\u00eb tjera.<\/p>\n – Deri k\u00ebtu, meriton not\u00ebn dhjet\u00eb, – tha fort i k\u00ebnaqur shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e. Dhe duke treguar me gisht kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb e par\u00eb, vijoi: – Tani, a ta merr mendja \u00e7far\u00eb i ndodh kak\u00ebrdhiut tim…, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, djalit t\u00eb daj\u00ebs tim, Aqifit.<\/p>\n – Jo, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nuk ma merr, – tha me keqardhje Krroqi.<\/p>\n – I b\u00ebjn\u00eb planin ta fusin n\u00eb burg si shkaktar t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kak\u00ebrdhie…, tragjedie, desha t\u00eb them… – u ngat\u00ebrrua s\u00ebrish Nur\u00e7ja. – Pra, i b\u00ebjn\u00eb planin ta fusin n\u00eb burg si shkaktar\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj tragjedie.<\/p>\n – Aqifi e nuhat shpejt dhe arratiset nga ushtria. Ble nj\u00eb pashaport\u00eb diplomatike dhe shkon refugjat n\u00eb Angli p\u00ebr t\u2019mos u kthy ma asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u2019Biboll, – p\u00ebrfundoi polici. Dhe, me aq sa i hante krahu, largoi tej, nga e djathta, kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb e par\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Aaa, jo! – i t\u00ebrhoqi v\u00ebrejtjen i pak\u00ebnaqur shkrimtari i vjet\u00ebr Nur\u00e7e. – Nuk b\u00ebn k\u00ebshtu. – U ngrit, vajti e mori kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb, q\u00eb largoi Krroqi, u kthye s\u00ebrish, rregulloi pak kollaren e tha: – Tani ndalu pak, sepse gabove, o i dashuri Rroqi im! Si\u00e7 e shikon edhe vet\u00eb gjat\u00eb shembullit t\u00eb k\u00ebtij kak\u00ebrdhiut, q\u00eb sapo e solla s\u00ebrish k\u00ebtu, – Nur\u00e7ja ia afroi kak\u00ebrdhin\u00eb mu tek hunda Krroqit, – Aqifi, kthehet, por kthehet aq i ndryshuar nga vuajtjet e kurbetit sa nuk e njeh as qeni i vet. Megjithat\u00eb, un\u00eb mendoj, q\u00eb kthimin e Aqifit t\u00eb mos e fus n\u00eb roman.<\/p>\n – Mir\u00eb do bash, vallahi, – tha polici. – Sepse, un\u00eb harrova, q\u00eb po e fute n\u2019roman kthimin e k\u00ebtij kak\u00ebrdhiut t\u00ebnd…, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, kthimin e djalit t\u00eb daj\u00ebs t\u00ebnd, at\u2019her\u00eb, do ta marrin vesh q\u00eb asht kthy e do ta rrasin n\u2019burg. Pastaj, ec e gjejua an\u00ebn atyre hetuesve dhe gjykat\u00ebsve, q\u00eb t\u00eb rruajn\u00eb e kruajn\u00eb dhe pun\u00eb s\u2019t\u00eb mbarojn\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Bravo! – tha Nur\u00e7ja. – Edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb e kape mjaft mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n Polici Krroq Murdari, i tha shkrimtarit Nur\u00e7e, q\u00eb edhe pse tashm\u00eb e d\u00ebgjoi t\u00eb ilustruar kaq bukur k\u00ebt\u00eb histori, memzi priste ta lexonte t\u00eb shkruar n\u00eb lib\u00ebr.<\/p>\n – Po e rrase n\u2019lib\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u2019 histori, profesor, – tha Krroqi, – nuk ka nga e luan ma bishtin. Dua t\u00eb them q\u00eb nuk ta vjedhin dot pastaj…<\/p>\n – Ashtu \u00ebsht\u00eb, o Rroqi im i dashur, ashtu \u00ebsht\u00eb, – i dha t\u00eb drejt\u00eb Nur\u00e7ja, nd\u00ebrsa tund\u00ebte kok\u00ebn me sigurin\u00eb e atij njeriut q\u00eb e ka situat\u00ebn n\u00eb dor\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nur\u00e7ja tregoi, q\u00eb shum\u00eb romane, novela dhe tregime, ngase kishte qen\u00eb shum\u00eb i z\u00ebn\u00eb me pun\u00eb studimore, nuk kishte mundur t\u2019i rraste n\u00eb lib\u00ebr. K\u00ebshtu, kishte ndodhur, q\u00eb i kishin ikur nga kujtesa. Zakonisht, ato i iknin nat\u00ebn, gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs kur Nur\u00e7ja flinte gjum\u00eb dhe vigjilenca e tij binte n\u00eb kuot\u00ebn zero. Por, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb, i iknin edhe pasdarkeve von\u00eb, kur gruaja e tij, Lemja, e nxirrte si d\u00ebnim k\u00ebmb\u00ebzbathur jasht\u00eb n\u00eb koridor, vet\u00ebm pse atij i flihej dhe p\u00ebrtonte t\u2018i kruante asaj kurrizin; ose kur ca njer\u00ebz mosmirnjoh\u00ebs, inat\u00e7inj\u00eb dhe pa edukat\u00eb si\u00e7 ishte, ta z\u00ebm\u00eb, Noshi i Xhibes, apo kolegu Eshref Kica, e m\u00ebrzisnin me ndonj\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb keqe, q\u00eb nuk i takonte.<\/p>\n Shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e, nxorri e i dha policit Krroq nj\u00eb stilolaps t\u00eb trash\u00eb e t\u00eb madh, q\u00eb ta kishte si kujtim. N\u00eb fakt, k\u00ebt\u00eb stilolaps, Nur\u00e7ja e kishte p\u00ebrdorur p\u00ebr t\u2018u kruar, pasi p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar, p\u00ebrdorte nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Tani jam i vjet\u00ebr, – tha ai, nd\u00ebrsa kruante barkun. – Ndoshta mund t\u00eb shkruaj edhe nja pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb, ose tek e shumta, shtat\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vepra t\u00eb tjera, pastaj do t\u00eb vdes. Por t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn, t\u00eb na kujtoni ju dhe brezat, q\u00eb do t\u00eb vijn\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Of ma, profesor, – ia b\u00ebri ish nx\u00ebn\u00ebsi Krroq Murdari. – Do ju kujtojm\u00eb, q\u00eb \u00e7ke me t\u00eb. Ve\u00e7se, do t\u00eb qe mir\u00eb, q\u00eb brenda k\u00ebsaj vere, t\u00eb shkruash edhe nj\u00eb histori tjet\u00ebr shum\u00eb famoze, q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur mua. Do t\u00eb dilte nj\u00eb roman, q\u00eb do t\u2019i linte pa frym\u00eb lexuesit.<\/p>\n – \u00c7far\u00eb historie \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo? – pyeti Nur\u00e7ja.<\/p>\n – E kam kuptuar, q\u00eb ende nuk e keni marr\u00eb vesh, por sa p\u00ebr ta ditur, po ta them: sot n\u00eb m\u00ebngjez, un\u00eb ia dola t\u00eb arrestoja nj\u00ebrin nga kriminel\u00ebt ma t\u2019rreziksh\u00ebm, q\u00eb jan\u00eb dukun ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u2019faqe t\u2019dheut.<\/p>\n – \u00c7\u2018thua more Rroqi im?! Ti po m\u00eb habit fare! Cilin kriminel paske arrestuar?<\/p>\n – Eh, mir\u00eb, mir\u00eb… – ia b\u00ebri Krroqi duke shtremb\u00ebruar kok\u00ebn si cjapi kur i tregon brir\u00ebt nj\u00eb buburreci. – K\u00ebt\u00eb kriminel, e arrestova pas nj\u00eb p\u00ebrleshje t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr trup me trup. Un\u00eb i theva hund\u00ebn dhe kat\u00ebr brinj\u00eb, kurse ai, vet\u00ebm sa m\u00eb grisi pak xhepin e pantallonave. Ja, shikoje…<\/p>\n Dhe i tregoi xhepin q\u00eb i pati grisur Kel Fisti.<\/p>\n – Ma thuaj, – tha Nur\u00e7ja, – mos ke arrestuar Barbullush \u00c7artallozin?<\/p>\n – Jo, ai asht\u00eb zhdukun me nj\u00eb torb\u00eb me flori, q\u00eb i rr\u00ebmbeu nga banka e shtetit.<\/p>\n – Dod\u00eb Marrin\u00eb?<\/p>\n – Doda asht\u00eb vra nga rivali i tij, Foti Zhegu dhe kufoma i \u00ebsht\u00eb shitur t\u00eb huajit Kakotas.<\/p>\n – At\u00ebher\u00eb, paske arrestuar Fotin.<\/p>\n – Foti mori pafajsin\u00eb. Asht\u2019 ba shef komisariati.<\/p>\n – Rrok Kokoshin, at\u00eb kok\u00ebmadhin me flok\u00eb t\u00eb gjata.<\/p>\n – Shshsht… Ule z\u00ebrin. E kemi z\u00ebvend\u00ebs minist\u00ebr t\u00eb brendsh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n – Po cilin paske arrestuar, at\u00ebher\u00eb?<\/p>\n – Po ta them: kam arrestu t\u00eb tmerrshmin Zav Tarrota, q\u00eb njihet n\u00eb Biboll me pseudonimin \u201cVeshllapushi\u201d. Besoj, ke d\u00ebgju p\u00ebr t\u00eb, apo jo?<\/p>\n – Jo, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kam d\u00ebgjuar, – tha Nur\u00e7ja duke ngritur supet.<\/p>\n N\u00eb fakt, Nur\u00e7ja e njihte nj\u00eb veshllapush nga fisi i Tarrot\u00ebve me emrin Zav, i cili vuante nga m\u00ebrzia e thell\u00eb, por nuk besonte t\u00eb b\u00ebhej fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb. Ai kishte nj\u00eb qerre kalamaj dhe dukej burr\u00eb i urtuar nga vuajtjet. Madje, nj\u00ebher\u00eb, bashk\u00eb me Lemen, kishte vajtur p\u00ebr drek\u00eb tek sht\u00ebpia e tij. E shoqja e Zavit, u pati b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb qull\u00eb me miell t\u00eb djegur e me hudhra, q\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebpije gishtat, por Nur\u00e7ja s\u2019e h\u00ebngri sepse….<\/p>\n – Besom\u00eb mua, profesor, – tha Krroqi. – \u201cVeshllapushi\u201d, asht\u2019 m\u00eb i rreziksh\u00ebm se \u201cVeshderri\u201d, pronari i bingos m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe t\u00eb Bibollit. Madje, ma i rreziksh\u00ebm edhe se \u201cVeshgomari\u201d, q\u00eb u arrestu nj\u00eb vit ma par\u00eb e q\u00eb iu konfiskuan dyqanet bashk\u00eb me tre pallatet q\u00eb pati nd\u00ebrtu pa leje.<\/p>\n – E pabesueshme, \u00e7\u2019po m\u00eb d\u00ebgjojn\u00eb vesh\u00ebt! – tha i habitur shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e<\/p>\n – Thon\u00eb, q\u00eb \u201cVeshderri\u201d dhe \u201cVeshgomari\u201d, mbushnin brek\u00ebt kur shikonin t\u00eb kalonte rrug\u00ebs \u201cVeshllapushi\u201d. Kurse Hil\u00eb Toskana, q\u00eb thirret me nofk\u00ebn \u201cVeremliu\u201d dhe q\u00eb pati vrar\u00eb \u201cHund\u00ebderrin\u201d, sapo d\u00ebgjonte t\u00eb p\u00ebrmendej n\u00eb bised\u00eb \u201cVeshllapushi\u201c, vraponte e hynte n\u2019kotec t\u2019pulave. Pastaj, p\u00ebr ta nxjerr\u00eb q\u00eb aty, shkonte \u201cKok\u00eblopa\u201d, shoku i tij i ngusht\u00eb. \u201cKok\u00eblopa\u201d e t\u00ebrhiqte me nj\u00eb shkop me grrem\u00e7 n\u00eb maj\u00eb, sepse vet\u00eb \u201cVeremliu\u201d, pranonte ma mir\u00eb t\u00eb vdist\u00eb brenda kotecit se sa t\u00eb dilte.Tani besoj e merrni me mend profesor, cilin kam arrestuar un\u00eb dhe nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nevoja t\u00eb zgjatem ma tep\u00ebr.<\/p>\n – T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, – tha Nur\u00e7ja, – edhe pse qenka tarrot\u00eb, nuk e njoh k\u00ebt\u00eb kriminel kaq t\u00eb posht\u00ebr. Fisi i Tarrot\u00ebve, \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb i madh. Tarrot\u00eb gjenden kudo, n\u00eb fshat dhe qytet. Megjithat\u00eb…<\/p>\n – Un\u00eb t\u2019i them t\u00eb gjitha, profesor. Ta tregoj historin\u00eb tamam, jo me rrena. Ti ve\u00e7 shkruaj, – e siguroi shpejt e shpejt polici.<\/p>\n – Kismet, – tha Nur\u00e7ja. Pastaj, ai shpjegoi, q\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar histori t\u00eb tilla me luft\u00eb kund\u00ebr bandit\u00ebve t\u00eb rreziksh\u00ebm, duhej pritur sa t\u00eb prishej pak koha, t\u00eb nxihej qielli, t\u00eb vet\u00ebt\u00ebtinte e bubullinte. At\u00ebher\u00eb fillonin edhe dhimbjet reumatizmale t\u00eb kockave bashk\u00eb me \u00ebnd\u00ebrrat e k\u00ebqia dhe n\u00eb k\u00ebto kushte, romani ecte p\u00ebr bukuri.<\/p>\n N\u00eb vijim, Nur\u00e7ja deshi t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb shpjegim t\u00eb holl\u00ebsish\u00ebm, ku t\u2019i tregonte Krroqit, sa shum\u00eb ndikonin rrethanat jet\u00ebsore dhe kushtet atmosferike tek nj\u00eb shkrimtar i mir\u00eb. P\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar, ta z\u00ebm\u00eb, nj\u00eb roman kriminalistik, Nur\u00e7ja mund t\u2019ia dilte mban\u00eb vet\u00ebm n\u00ebse vendi destabilizohej e d\u00ebgjoheshin gjithandej krisma arm\u00ebsh si n\u00eb vitin n\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjeteshtat\u00eb; ose n\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb keqe dimri, pa uj\u00eb, pa drita, i veshur holl\u00eb, me pak dhimbje kockash dhe me nj\u00eb bandit me lesh\u00ebra t\u00eb gjata, q\u00eb t\u00eb gjurmon nga prapa p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00eb kulet\u00ebn, edhe pse brenda saj mund t\u00eb gjenden aq qindarka sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb autobuzin e p\u00ebr t\u00eb udh\u00ebtuar nga biblioteka n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/p>\n Kurse nj\u00eb roman me tem\u00eb dashurie, Nur\u00e7ja nuk e shkruante dot pa \u00e7elur lulet e pranver\u00ebs, pa filluar t\u00eb k\u00ebndoj\u00eb bilbili dhe pa u shtruar Lemja n\u00eb spital, q\u00eb ta ndjente fort munges\u00ebn e saj. Mir\u00ebpo nuk arriti dot t\u2019ia thoshte t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto, pasi ato \u00e7aste, si t\u00eb kishte mbir\u00eb nga toka, ia behu aty Lemja. E mb\u00ebrtheu t\u00eb shoqin p\u00ebr krahu si t\u00eb qe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb q\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb prap\u00ebsi, e nd\u00ebrsa e t\u00ebrhiqte me pahir drejt sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, iu hak\u00ebrrye:<\/p>\n – A t\u00eb kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb mos dil nga sht\u00ebpia, q\u00eb t\u00eb shtifsha n\u00eb dh\u00e8, t\u00eb shtifsha!<\/p>\n – Mos moj Leme k\u00ebshtu…<\/p>\n – Fasulet jan\u00eb shkrumbuar p\u00ebr uj\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr pak sa nuk i \u00ebsht\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb flaka sht\u00ebpis\u00eb.<\/p>\n – \u00c7\u2019thua, moj…?!<\/p>\n – \u00c7\u2019them, \u00eb? Po mizat, p\u00ebrse nuk i nxorre jasht\u00eb?<\/p>\n – I nxorra, moj, por ca nga ata, nuk donin t\u00eb dilnin.<\/p>\n – Po lek\u00ebt q\u00eb fitova nga shitja e kana\u00e7eve dhe q\u00eb i pata l\u00ebn\u00eb sip\u00ebr televizorit, p\u00ebrse i ke marr\u00eb?!<\/p>\n – Un\u00eb, nuk… \u00c7far\u00eb lek\u00ebsh, moj?! L\u00ebshoma, pra, krahun se eci vet\u00eb…<\/p>\n – Ah, t\u00eb shtifsha n\u00eb dh\u00e8, t\u00eb shtifsha!<\/p>\n Krroqi, ndjeu keqardhje p\u00ebr ish profesorin e tij dhe deshi t\u00eb nd\u00ebrhynte, por e gjeti t\u00eb arsyeshme, q\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb do t\u00eb ishte t\u00eb mos futej mes tyre. K\u00ebshtu, ai vet\u00ebm sa i thirri Nur\u00e7es nga prapa dhe i tha, q\u00eb t\u2019i b\u00ebnte shum\u00eb t\u00eb fala Aqifit nga ana e tij.<\/p>\n Kur shkrimtari Nur\u00e7e me t\u00eb shoqen ishin larguar, polici Krroq, i mblodhi n\u00eb tok\u00eb gjith\u00eb \u201cpersonazhet\u201d e mbetur t\u00eb historis\u00eb s\u00eb romanit ende t\u00eb pashkruar dhe i futi n\u00eb xhep.<\/p>\n ————-<\/p>\n Atdheu letrar eksperimental i Ramiz Gjinit<\/strong> AGRON TUFA<\/strong><\/p>\n I<\/strong>. Bibolli \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb topos letrar alegorik i sajuar prej autorit, n\u00eb akord me traditat aluduese t\u00eb shum\u00eb shkrimtar\u00ebve q\u00eb vendosin koordinatat e atdheut t\u00eb tyre letrar eksperimental, sikund\u00ebrse, fjala vjen, Yaknapatofa e Folknerit.<\/p>\n \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb roman q\u00eb p\u00ebrfshin universalet absurde, nonsensin e p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebris\u00eb, kaosin psikologjik t\u00eb nj\u00eb shoq\u00ebrie t\u00eb dal\u00eb nga diktatura. Afreska rr\u00ebfimore t\u00eb rr\u00ebmben me nj\u00eb galeri tipash naiv\u00eb, megaloman\u00eb, mashtrues, simulak\u00ebr e psikopat\u00eb, por q\u00eb secili bart t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn e tij.<\/p>\n Para nesh kemi nj\u00eb pen\u00eb mjesht\u00ebrore, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfimtar t\u00eb lindur, q\u00eb zbulon n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet humorit t\u00eb zymt\u00eb, plot poezi, diavoliad\u00ebn shqiptare t\u00eb kaosit individual e shoq\u00ebror. Edhe pse personazhet jan\u00eb thuajse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb negativ\u00eb, antiepik\u00eb e kontradiktor\u00eb, k\u00ebta antiheronj jan\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruar me dhimbje, p\u00ebrvujtni e dashuri, nj\u00eb karakteristik\u00eb e hershme q\u00eb i dallon t\u00eb gjitha krijimet e k\u00ebtij autori.<\/p>\n Bibolli i tij \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb kategori koh\u00eb-hap\u00ebsinore marr\u00ebzish saturnale, ng\u00ebrdhesh\u00ebse, nj\u00eb bashk\u00ebsi q\u00eb ka dal\u00eb nga ploja diktatoriale, nj\u00eb pluhurnaj\u00eb njer\u00ebzore psikopatologjike, e cila me th\u00ebrrmijat e rr\u00ebnojave t\u00eb diktatur\u00ebs, k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb ngjiz\u00eb planetin e vet, ekzistenc\u00ebn e vet autentike, t\u00eb disiplinoj\u00eb kaosin individual dhe shoq\u00ebror n\u00eb nj\u00eb far\u00eb rendi e rregulli.<\/p>\n Duket se qyteti q\u00eb shtrihet posht\u00eb “malit t\u00eb Hidr\u00ebs me shtat\u00eb krenja”, m\u00eb par\u00eb se n\u00ebn hijen e nj\u00eb demoni mitologjik, gjendet n\u00eb grack\u00ebn e nj\u00eb mallkimi q\u00eb i vjen nga e shkuara, prej s\u00eb cil\u00ebs \u00e7lirohen impulse fatale, si\u00e7 ndodh r\u00ebndom me shoq\u00ebrit\u00eb e keqvendosura, q\u00eb hedhin shtat t\u00eb zi n\u00eb ekzistenc\u00ebn e vet. Duket se v\u00ebshtrimi nga “mali i Hidr\u00ebs me shtat\u00eb krenj\u00eb” \u00ebsht\u00eb i vetmi horizont perspektiv q\u00eb mbyllet k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuesh\u00ebm p\u00ebr \u00e7do ardhm\u00ebri shpres\u00ebdh\u00ebn\u00ebse.<\/p>\n Ka nj\u00eb personazh konstant q\u00eb shoq\u00ebron aktet dhe motivimet e bibollasve, nj\u00eb personazh q\u00eb shkakton \u00e7rregullimet, anarkin\u00eb, perversitetet e p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebris\u00eb, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb kryeshkaku, neuroza, pengu q\u00eb s’le ask\u00ebnd t\u00eb qet\u00eb dhe q\u00eb n\u00eb roman ndikon si s\u00ebmundje l\u00ebnguese pa sh\u00ebrim.<\/p>\n Ky personazh \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebrzia e thell\u00eb. Ajo modulon form\u00ebn e monologut, arsyetimit, b\u00ebhet shkak depresionesh dhe befas shp\u00ebrthen n\u00eb suicide qesharake mu p\u00ebrmidis entuziazmit t\u00eb heronjve. M\u00ebrzia e thell\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb breng\u00eb e trash\u00ebguar n\u00eb kodin psikogjenetik t\u00eb heronjve t\u00eb Bibollit.<\/p>\n Madje edhe marr\u00ebzit\u00eb, aventurat e trasha, sharlatanizmat, batak\u00e7ill\u00ebqet – t\u00eb gjitha b\u00ebmat qesharake e t\u00eb turpshme t\u00eb protagonist\u00ebve, sprapsen para pllakosjes s\u00eb m\u00ebrzis\u00eb s\u00eb thell\u00eb: gazi shuhet dhe n\u00eb vend t\u00eb ng\u00ebrdheshjes, v\u00ebrshon proza e zymt\u00eb, analitike e meditative me pik\u00ebpyetjet e zeza q\u00eb nxijn\u00eb brenda kok\u00ebs s\u00eb heronjve.<\/p>\n \u00c7far\u00eb p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebson letrarisht Bibolli dhe bibollasit e Ramiz Gjinit? Mua m\u00eb duket se kemi t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb me fars\u00ebn e nj\u00eb utopie ideologjike shoq\u00ebrore. N\u00eb thelb parodia e romanit rrok \u00e7arjen fundamentale midis ideologjis\u00eb slloganore t\u00eb korrupsionit dhe praktikave t\u00eb neveritshme p\u00ebr ta mish\u00ebruar realisht at\u00eb.<\/p>\n Njeriu si m\u00eb par\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb po ajo krijes\u00eb egoiste e ideologjizuar n\u00ebn diktatur\u00eb, e cila ka p\u00ebrshtatur n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb politkorrekte nj\u00eb ideologji tjet\u00ebr (t\u00eb demokracis\u00eb dhe liris\u00eb), e cila \u00ebsht\u00eb po aq shtyp\u00ebse dhe e hidhur sa e para. E n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb kuptimi kjo vep\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb model i romanit antiutopik apo utopis\u00eb s\u00eb keqe.<\/p>\n II<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Fijet e b\u00ebmave (\u00e7ka p\u00ebrb\u00ebn dhe shtratin e historis\u00eb s\u00eb “Bibollasit”), shtjellen rreth protagonistit qendror t\u00eb rr\u00ebfimit, Zav Tarrot\u00ebs, nj\u00eb hero arketipal i “popullit t\u00eb madh”, i pashkoll\u00eb, i zgjuar e dinak, por tep\u00ebr i sinqert\u00eb n\u00eb heroik\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme p\u00ebr mbijetes\u00eb familjare.<\/p>\n Atij i duhet t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatet q\u00eb t\u00eb fitoj\u00eb “buk\u00ebn e p\u00ebrditshme” p\u00ebr familjen e tij t\u00eb madhe, andaj, pa ndonj\u00eb profesion t\u00eb q\u00ebndruesh\u00ebm, ai b\u00ebn \u00e7far\u00eb i vjen ndoresh n\u00eb kushtet e “ligjit t\u00eb xhungl\u00ebs”. P\u00ebr t\u00eb ideologjit\u00eb dhe bindjet politike partiake nuk kan\u00eb vler\u00eb, n\u00ebse nuk i shfryt\u00ebzon p\u00ebr t\u00eb siguruar ekzistenc\u00ebn e familjes s\u00eb vet halleshum\u00eb.<\/p>\n Rr\u00ebfimet ndjekin nj\u00ebri-tjetrin duke u derdhur n\u00eb nj\u00eb rrjedh\u00eb dinamike, derisa ky hero “i heshtur”, pasi ka shitur “enigmat e veta n\u00eb trajt\u00eb pik\u00ebpyetjesh t\u00eb zeza”, i zbraz\u00ebt e t\u00ebhuaj\u00ebsuar, dehet p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb m\u00ebrzis\u00eb s\u00eb thell\u00eb, bie n\u00eb nj\u00eb grop\u00eb me beton t\u00eb fresk\u00ebt n\u00eb mes t\u00eb sheshit dhe mbetet ashtu t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, i betonuar p\u00ebr s\u00eb gjalli, p\u00ebrmendore e gjall\u00eb, mu n\u00eb dit\u00ebn kur n\u00eb shesh \u00e7elet panairi i ushqimeve. Shteti, policia, feja, artist\u00ebt e kundrojn\u00eb spektaklin tragjikomik, duke v\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb l\u00ebvizje mekanizmat e “shp\u00ebtimit”, q\u00eb jan\u00eb ve\u00e7se p\u00ebrrenj t\u00eb nj\u00eb retorike shterp\u00eb.<\/p>\n Raporti i njeriut me shtetin, ndon\u00ebse n\u00eb rr\u00ebfim kemi nj\u00eb prani t\u00eb dendur e sunduese t\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha formave t\u00eb mundshme t\u00eb prezenc\u00ebs s\u00eb shtetit. Mbetet raporti i nj\u00eb shprese t\u00eb hedhur d\u00ebm, i nj\u00eb pritjeje t\u00eb zbraz\u00ebt, pa dal\u00ebzot\u00ebs, i braktisur n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuese, jetime.<\/p>\n Pik\u00ebrisht jetim\u00ebsia \u00ebsht\u00eb ndjenja zot\u00ebruese n\u00eb fatet individuale, por vini re, autori p\u00ebrmes paraqitjes s\u00eb b\u00ebmave dhe q\u00ebllimeve t\u00eb tyre, na e jep t\u00eb gjall\u00eb kap\u00ebrthimin e gjindjes, e cila p\u00ebrpiqet t’i z\u00ebr\u00eb frym\u00ebn nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, duke hapur nj\u00eb grop\u00eb t\u00eb madhe p\u00ebr vete dhe t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.<\/p>\n Ata nuk jan\u00eb ve\u00e7se nj\u00eb turm\u00eb pa ndjenj\u00ebn e perspektiv\u00ebs, nj\u00eb makth i verb\u00ebr q\u00eb rrokulliset drejt gremin\u00ebs. Dhe ky q\u00ebndrim kritik i autorit, na paraqet larg formave pseudohumaniste, se nuk mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb shpres\u00eb n\u00eb popull, pasi ai \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb koncept amalgam\u00eb i shum\u00eb heterogjene konfuzionesh. Nj\u00eb popull pa nd\u00ebrgjegjen e elit\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb trup shum\u00ebgjymtyr\u00ebsh pa kok\u00eb, pra, turm\u00eb.<\/p>\n III<\/strong>. Krahasimi, vet\u00ebkuptohet, ka t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb me tradit\u00ebn e zhanrit. N\u00eb kultur\u00ebn ton\u00eb letrare, n\u00ebse l\u00ebm\u00eb m\u00ebnjan\u00eb minuset ideologjike, e kan\u00eb praktikuar Qamil Buxheli (“N\u00ebn hijen e Dordolec\u00ebve”, “Karriera e zotit Maksut”), Kol\u00eb Jakova (“Fshati midis uj\u00ebrave”), Drit\u00ebro Agolli (“Shk\u00eblqimi dhe r\u00ebnia e shokut Zylo”, “Arka e djallit”) deri tek Virion Gra\u00e7i (“Shpata e ndryshkur”, “Bijt\u00eb e zotit majmun”). Struktura narrative \u00ebsht\u00eb e nginjur me nj\u00eb mori detajesh, p\u00ebrshkrimesh, peizazhesh psikologjike, \u00ebndrrash, vegimesh, shajnish, dialog\u00ebsh e monolog\u00ebsh q\u00eb p\u00ebrimtojn\u00eb nj\u00eb shtres\u00eb t\u00eb tret\u00eb, minimaliste e subjektive t\u00eb personalitetit.<\/p>\n Por kemi nj\u00eb shtres\u00eb t\u00eb kat\u00ebrt, q\u00eb p\u00ebrb\u00ebn nj\u00eb nd\u00ebr risit\u00eb autentike t\u00eb autorit, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn mund ta quajm\u00eb “dimensioni okult, demonologjik”, me faktorizimin e “djajve mikroskopik\u00eb”, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt krijojn\u00eb alibi, punojn\u00eb rrengje dhe nxjerrin fate e nga binar\u00ebt. Personazhet jan\u00eb t\u00eb dubluar n\u00eb vazhdimin e projeksionit t\u00eb tyre nga djajt\u00eb e vegj\u00ebl, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt, her\u00eb pas here e rr\u00ebmbejn\u00eb vet\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb rrjedh\u00ebn e ngjarjeve.<\/p>\n Metafizika e k\u00ebsaj shtrese fantastike (e cila r\u00ebndom ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb truk i veprave epike popullore), \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrshkall\u00ebzuar sipas nj\u00eb teknike surreale, me nj\u00eb organizim onirik t\u00eb jet\u00ebve paralele, t\u00eb pavarur, pasi n\u00eb sasin\u00eb e shejtall\u00ebqeve t\u00eb tyre, ata ngrihen n\u00eb grad\u00eb shkencore, n\u00eb master dhe doktor shkencash, me komisionet vler\u00ebsuese p\u00ebrkat\u00ebse. Duket se n\u00eb realitetin bibollas, edhe b\u00ebmat e djajve jan\u00eb m\u00eb simpatik\u00eb se ato t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve.<\/p>\n P\u00ebrmasa demoniake ala faustiane e djajve mikroskopik\u00eb, q\u00eb me emrat e tyre thellojn\u00eb karikatur\u00ebn e thelbit t\u00eb deformuar njer\u00ebzor, t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb suit\u00ebn e personazheve t\u00eb Djallit n\u00eb romanin “Mjeshtri dhe Margarita” t\u00eb Mihaill Bullgakovit dhe misionin e tyre n\u00eb Mosk\u00ebn staliniste.<\/p>\n N\u00eb “Mjeshtri dhe Margarita” ka nj\u00eb epigraf nga “Fausti” i G\u00ebtes: “…Kush je ti fundja m\u00eb n\u00eb fund? Un\u00eb jam pjes\u00eb e asaj force, q\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb koh\u00ebn nisem t\u00eb b\u00ebj keq e q\u00eb p\u00ebrfundoj duke b\u00ebr\u00eb mir\u00eb”. Edhe n\u00eb romanin e Gjinit ekuilibri i s\u00eb Mir\u00ebs dhe s\u00eb Keqes \u00ebsht\u00eb prishur, por djajt\u00eb ruajn\u00eb vet\u00ebm karakterin p\u00ebrqesh\u00ebs “p\u00ebrtej s\u00eb mir\u00ebs dhe s\u00eb keqes”.<\/p>\n Njeriu “kapet gafil” n\u00eb momentin diskret dhe at\u00ebher\u00eb pas mask\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, del kafsha e maskuar keq. Nj\u00eb v\u00ebrshim i aq i fort\u00eb i kafsh\u00ebrores i b\u00ebn nj\u00eb radh\u00eb episodesh romaneske t\u00eb ngjash\u00ebm me monstrat e p\u00ebr\u00e7udnuara n\u00eb pikturat e Hieronim Boshit, duke i dh\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb elementit surreal n\u00eb vep\u00ebr.<\/p>\n Bibolli na del edhe si metafor\u00eb e qytetit t\u00eb shthurur n\u00eb m\u00ebkate t\u00eb trash\u00ebguara, nj\u00eb lloj qyteti i mallkuar, i d\u00ebnuar t\u00eb vuaj\u00eb – antiteza e qytetit t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb e t\u00eb bekuar, Jeruzalemit – qyteti lavire i Babilonit (gjykoni mbi ngjashm\u00ebrin\u00eb Biboll – Babel – Babilon). Me nj\u00eb organizim sintaksor t\u00eb rrjedhsh\u00ebm ku mbizot\u00ebrojn\u00eb fjalit\u00eb me periudha t\u00eb shkurtra, Gjini t\u00eb nd\u00ebrmend stilin e bukur klasik floberian.<\/p>\n Vet\u00eb shfryt\u00ebzimi i klisheve dhe idiomave p\u00ebrb\u00ebn nj\u00eb humus eksperimental p\u00ebr efektin komik t\u00eb vepr\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb nd\u00ebr personazhet q\u00eb mish\u00ebron incestin frymor t\u00eb diktatur\u00ebs dhe postdiktatur\u00ebs, ish-sekretari i partis\u00eb n\u00eb brigad\u00ebn e madhe t\u00eb plehut, tani i bekuari hoxh\u00eb Rrahimi. N\u00eb fund ai vjen i maskuar si hidraulik n\u00eb apartamentin e shkrimtarit Nur\u00e7e Tarrota, t\u00eb cilit ia nxjerr shpirtin me tel nga hunda, e vet\u00ebm pasi e hedh n\u00eb shishk\u00eb kupton se ka gabuar, duke e ngat\u00ebrruar me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, por engj\u00eblli i vdekjes nuk e vret mendjen. Pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sken\u00eb kemi nj\u00eb pasazh t\u00eb mrekulluesh\u00ebm autoironik: “…<\/p>\n Shejtani Ibilis deshi t’ia mbushte mendjen engj\u00ebllit Azrail t’i krijonte mund\u00ebsin\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb blinte shpirtin e autorit t\u00eb k\u00ebtyre radh\u00ebve, por engj\u00eblli Azrail i tha: vet\u00ebm at\u00eb shpirt mos ma k\u00ebrko, sepse nuk mund ta shes kurr\u00ebn e kurr\u00ebs. E kam par\u00eb se si, teksa shkruan, digjet me flak\u00eb t\u00eb zjarrta si ari, pa kurrfar\u00eb tymi. Kam urdh\u00ebr prej vet\u00eb Zotit, q\u00eb kur ta marr, ta d\u00ebrgoj se s’b\u00ebn drejt e n\u00eb parajs\u00eb”.<\/p>\n Nga gjith\u00eb kjo diavoliad\u00eb q\u00eb parakalon n\u00ebp\u00ebr 407 faqe t\u00eb romanit, ia vlen, edhe pse me humor, t\u00eb mbrohesh nga energjia gjuh\u00ebsore e bot\u00ebs s\u00eb krijuar, nga kjo “bomb\u00eb” artistike n\u00eb miniatur\u00eb. Dhe sigurisht, edhe lexuesi do ta miratoj\u00eb heshturazi me kok\u00eb, t\u00eb vetmen bindje t\u00eb padiskutueshme t\u00eb engj\u00ebllit Azrail.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" – Sapo keni botuar nj\u00eb roman t\u00eb titulluar “Bibollasit”… Botuesi juaj organizoi edhe nj\u00eb prezantim para publikut. A mund t\u00eb thoni dy fjal\u00eb? R. Gjini: – “Bibollasit” \u00ebsht\u00eb vijim\u00ebsi e romanit tim t\u00eb par\u00eb “Rr\u00ebket\u00eb”. Kishte vite q\u00eb merresha me t\u00eb, natyrisht, kur kam patur koh\u00eb, sepse n\u00eb New York, njer\u00ebzit vrapojn\u00eb, jeta ka tjet\u00ebr […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4,7],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-3652","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-artikuj","7":"category-intervista","8":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n
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\nPas pes\u00eb v\u00ebllimeve me tregime dhe romanit t\u00eb par\u00eb “Rr\u00ebket\u00eb”, i konfirmuar si nj\u00eb nd\u00ebr mjesht\u00ebrit e proz\u00ebs s\u00eb sotme bashk\u00ebkohore, shkrimtari Ramiz Gjini vjen k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb me romanin e dyt\u00eb “Bibollasit” (407 f, Botimet M&B, Tiran\u00eb 2010), i cili \u00ebsht\u00eb vazhdim n\u00eb frym\u00ebn e romanit t\u00eb par\u00eb, apo m\u00eb sakt\u00eb, p\u00ebrb\u00ebn dylogjin\u00eb satirike mbi Bibollin.<\/p>\n
\n“Bibollasit” tipologjikisht i p\u00ebrket asaj paradigme t\u00eb vepr\u00ebs satirike, q\u00eb origjin\u00ebn e saj e nis me st\u00ebrgjyshen e gjinis\u00eb s\u00eb romanit “Gargantua dhe Patagryeli” t\u00eb Rab\u00ebles\u00eb, mandej me “Don Kishotin” e Servantesit, “Shpirtra t\u00eb vdekur” t\u00eb Gogolit dhe m\u00eb von\u00eb, me “Shvejkun” e Hashekut. Pra formalisht ky roman \u00ebsht\u00eb brenda nj\u00eb tradite klasike shekullore n\u00eb form\u00ebn dhe tipin e t\u00eb qeshurit brenda peizazhit tradicional t\u00eb kulturave gaztore popullore t\u00eb Europ\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
\nNga pik\u00ebpamja jasht\u00ebformale e t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebs, sigurisht, romani i Gjinit, p\u00ebrfshij dhe paraardh\u00ebsin e tij “Rr\u00ebket\u00eb”, nuk hyn n\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie krahasimore me autor\u00ebt e p\u00ebrmendur, por sh\u00ebnon nj\u00eb stad t\u00eb nj\u00eb ironie n\u00eb letrat shqipe, e kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb cil\u00ebsia e t\u00eb qeshurit me pafuqin\u00eb, sepse ironia \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00ebna e pafuqis\u00eb p\u00ebr ta ndryshuar rendin e gj\u00ebrave.<\/p>\n
\nGjuha e romanit \u00ebsht\u00eb qart\u00eb, por jo e thjesht\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb roman l\u00ebvizin n\u00eb nj\u00eb rrjedh\u00eb t\u00eb pleksur njer\u00ebz e djaj. Kemi vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb engj\u00ebll dhe ky \u00ebsht\u00eb engj\u00eblli Azrail, q\u00eb vjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb shpirtrat.<\/p>\n