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Nga Pierre-Pandeli Simsia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ishin dit\u00ebt e para t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs. Nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit kishin hyr\u00eb n\u00eb klas\u00eb. Donte edhe pak minuta t\u00eb fillonte m\u00ebsimi.
\nZamira rrinte ulur n\u00eb bank\u00ebn e tret\u00eb, n\u00eb rreshtin nga muri. Kishte hapur nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr dhe po e shfletonte. Papritur vjen dhe i ulet pran\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb simpatik, bjond e me trup t\u00eb rregullt.
\n– \u00c7’b\u00ebn? – i thot\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\"Pierre-Pandeli<\/p>\n

Zamira ngriti syt\u00eb; nuk foli dhe me nj\u00eb l\u00ebvizje t\u00eb buz\u00ebve i la t\u00eb kuptoj\u00eb se nuk b\u00ebnte gj\u00eb.
\nDjali bjond ishte ai, q\u00eb e shihte shpesh dhe q\u00eb ishte munduar disa her\u00eb t’i b\u00ebnte shenja. Por, mosreagimi i saj, nuk i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb mund\u00ebsi djaloshit t’i fliste me shenjat mashkullore. Shikimet e tij, Zamir\u00ebs i kishin r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy q\u00eb dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb, kur kishin hyr\u00eb n\u00eb klas\u00eb.
\n– Nga jeni? – e pyeti djaloshi. – O, m\u00eb fal! Nuk u prezantova; m\u00eb quajn\u00eb Aurel, por shkurt m\u00eb th\u00ebrrasin Reli- dhe zgjati dor\u00ebn p\u00ebr ta takuar.
\n– Nga qyteti “X” – iu p\u00ebrgjigj, duke i zgjatur edhe ajo dor\u00ebn.
\n– Jeni e ardhur n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet? – tha Aureli, dhe e pa n\u00eb sy i habitur.
\n– Si e ardhur?
\n– Dometh\u00ebn\u00eb… jeni vendase n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet, apo…
\n– Un\u00eb di, se edhe gjyshi im n\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi ku banoj un\u00eb sot ka banuar.
\n– Jo, thash se… ndoshta babi yt… \u00ebsht\u00eb ushtarak dhe e kan\u00eb transferuar atje.
\n– Jo jo! Vendase jam n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet… – tha dhe qeshi pak.
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb gjynah i madh te Zoti!
\n– Pse?
\n– Si pse? Gjith\u00eb kjo bukuri hyjnore, gjith\u00eb kjo vajz\u00eb… nuk di \u00e7’t\u00eb them; t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet?
\nZamir\u00ebs i p\u00eblqeu ky kopliment. Buz\u00ebqeshi pak dhe, pa e l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb mbaroj\u00eb mendimin, e pyeti:
\n– Po ti nga cili qytet je?
\nAureli buz\u00ebqeshi, u mendua pak dhe tha: – Un\u00eb vij nga… qyteti bjond – dhe tha emrin e qytetit, – ku edhe qytetar\u00ebt e tij, mendoj, se shumica jan\u00eb bjond\u00eb. Nj\u00eb nga ata jam edhe un\u00eb, q\u00eb k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb shoq\u00ebri, miq\u00ebsi me vajza si ju, simpatike, me flok\u00eb dhe sy t\u00eb zinj.
\nZamira nga ajo e papritur edhe pse u mundua, nuk e mbajti dot t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebn. Qesh\u00ebn t\u00eb dy.
\n– Nuk jan\u00eb shum\u00eb larg qytetet tan\u00eb – tha Aureli. – Dy or\u00eb me makin\u00eb. Mund t\u00eb ulem un\u00eb k\u00ebtu?
\n– K\u00ebtu ulet nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb.
\n– Mund ta nd\u00ebroj un\u00eb vendin me at\u00eb vajz\u00ebn? Lejohet?
\nZamira nuk foli; edhe asaj po i p\u00eblqente q\u00eb Aureli t\u00eb ulej aty. Iu p\u00ebrgjigj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri me mbledhjen e buz\u00ebve.
\n– Ky do jet\u00eb vendi im tani; do ta bisedoj vet\u00eb me at\u00eb shoqen – tha ai. – Besoj se do m\u00eb kuptoj\u00eb…
\nZamira ndjeu nj\u00eb afsh t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb t’i p\u00ebrshkonte trupin. Nuk i kishte ndodhur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb kishte kaq pran\u00eb nj\u00eb shok klase nga nj\u00eb qytet tjet\u00ebr.
\n– Ju, Zamira j’u quajn\u00eb? – e pyeti Aureli pa ia ndar\u00eb p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast shikimin.
\n– Po! – tha ajo dhe buz\u00ebqeshi.
\n– Zamira \u00ebsht\u00eb em\u00ebr i bukur, m\u00eb p\u00eblqen shum\u00eb. Rrall\u00eb ndodh tek njer\u00ebzit, q\u00eb nj\u00eb em\u00ebr i bukur t’i p\u00ebrshtatet edhe personit q\u00eb e mban dhe q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb po aq i bukur sa vet\u00eb emri i tij. Ti Zamira, i plot\u00ebson k\u00ebto t\u00eb dyja. Nuk e di… po ty emri im… si t\u00eb duket?
\n– Emri Aurel? Shum\u00eb i bukur \u00ebsht\u00eb. Mua m\u00eb duket se \u00ebsht\u00eb em\u00ebr i ve\u00e7ant\u00eb; edhe sikur njeriu q\u00eb e mban at\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb jet\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, ky em\u00ebr e tregon gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb ri!
\n– Hmmm! Sa mir\u00eb un\u00eb, nuk do plakem kurr\u00eb. Do jem gjithmon\u00eb i ri!
\nQesh\u00ebn t\u00eb dy.<\/p>\n

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Sapo u kthye nga Tirana, pasi kreu kursin p\u00ebr kuzhinere, Zamira u pun\u00ebsua menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb restorantin e hotel turizmit t\u00eb atij qyteti t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, ku dit\u00ebt dukej sikur kishin t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn ngjyr\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebrisnin deri n\u00eb holl\u00ebsit\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb vogla nj\u00ebra tjetr\u00ebn. … Jeta n\u00eb qytetin e saj nuk po i p\u00eblqente. Tirana e bukur dhe e zhurmshme i rrinte p\u00ebrpara syve, pothuajse \u00e7do dit\u00eb dhe \u00e7do koh\u00eb. “K\u00ebtu b\u00ebhet jet\u00eb mizerrje” – thoshte shpesh me vete. “Edhe drur\u00ebt duken sikur jan\u00eb t\u00eb lodhur nga m\u00ebrzitja dhe monotonia…” vazhdonte monologun e saj Zamira.
\nPas lodhjes dhe m\u00ebrzitjes s\u00eb dit\u00ebs, e vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb e qet\u00ebsonte, ishte \u00e7asti kur shkonte n\u00eb shtrat p\u00ebr t\u00eb fjetur. Mbyllte syt\u00eb dhe, menj\u00ebher\u00eb, shkonte me mendje, shpirt e zem\u00ebr n\u00eb Tiran\u00ebn e bukur, duke jetuar n\u00eb \u00e7do rrug\u00eb dhe pjes\u00eb t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n

K\u00ebshtu e zinte gjumi, p\u00ebr t’u zgjuar s\u00ebrish t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, atje ku rituali i p\u00ebrditsh\u00ebm e monoton i jet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj do t\u00eb vazhdonte me nj\u00eb ngulmim trallis\u00ebs, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, q\u00eb ajo jetonte pjes\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, fantazin\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrfytyrimin e lidhjes s\u00eb mundshme me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb nga Tirana. Kjo ishte krye\u00ebndra e saj. Kjo do t\u00eb b\u00ebnte q\u00eb ajo ta sikteroste k\u00ebt\u00eb palo vend, ku nuk ndodhte, thuajse asgj\u00eb dhe monotonia t\u00eb g\u00ebrryente nga brenda si mola. K\u00ebshtu ajo ishte e ndar\u00eb n\u00eb dy pjes\u00eb: pjesa q\u00eb ajo vazhdonte t\u00eb mbijetonte n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet ritualit t\u00eb r\u00ebndomt\u00eb t\u00eb vajtjeardhjeve pun\u00eb-sht\u00ebpi, thjesht nj\u00eb ekzistenc\u00eb natyrore dhe pjesa tjet\u00ebr, trandeshentja, q\u00eb lidhej me \u00ebndr\u00ebn e saj p\u00ebr Tiran\u00ebn, e cila e pati magjepsur me shk\u00eblqimin e saj llamburit\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Ajo ishte n\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb, kur vajzat jan\u00eb n\u00eb qend\u00ebr t\u00eb psiqik\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb shpirtit k\u00ebrkues e aventuror t\u00eb<\/p>\n

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Nga Tirana kalonin tre her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb makina t\u00eb mbuluara q\u00eb shkonin n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat pran\u00eb, n\u00eb bazat sekrete ushtarake.
\nShofer\u00ebt ndalonin dhe b\u00ebnin nj\u00eb pushim t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr n\u00eb qytet… Shofer\u00ebt frekuentonin t\u00eb vetmin lokal serioz t\u00eb qytetit, Hotel Turizmin… Ai q\u00eb u dashurua shum\u00eb pas Zamir\u00ebs, sapo e pa, kur ajo kaloi p\u00ebrmes restorantit, ishte shofer Lorenci. Edhe ai ishte djal\u00eb i pash\u00ebm. Flok\u00ebt dhe syt\u00eb i kishte t\u00eb zinj.
\nN\u00eb fillim Lorenci e pati t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb bised\u00ebn me t\u00eb, sepse ajo u tregua serioze dhe e matur. Por, dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb u m\u00ebsua me m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb rezervuar. Zamira u tregua e matur n\u00eb \u00e7do veprim dhe bised\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebnte, jo si disa vajza, q\u00eb, sapo shofer\u00ebt tiranas u hodh\u00ebn fjal\u00ebt e para, menj\u00ebher\u00eb ran\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri…
\nNjohja e Lorencit me Zamir\u00ebn shkoi drejt fejes\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

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N\u00eb stin\u00ebn e bukur t\u00eb ver\u00ebs, nj\u00eb fundjav\u00eb, Lorenci e mori Zamir\u00ebn t\u00eb rinte tre dit\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb … Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb para se ajo t\u00eb nisej p\u00ebr n\u00eb qytetin e saj, Lorenci mendoi t\u00eb darkonin jasht\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb restorant .
\n…….. Nuk i b\u00ebhej t\u00eb largohej nga Tirana, kur mendoi se t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen do shkonte n\u00eb qytetin e saj t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, ku bota rrotullohej rreth nj\u00eb bulevardi t\u00eb amortizuar, dy kafeneve dhe thashethemet e radh\u00ebs, e kapte m\u00ebrzia. Dita e dasm\u00ebs, kur do t\u00eb ishte p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, i dukej e larg\u00ebt, megjith\u00ebse donin edhe pak muaj t\u00eb vinte ajo dit\u00eb, q\u00eb mendonte, se do t’i jepte drejtimin e duhur jet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj.
\n… ….. Ata hyn\u00eb n\u00eb restorant. Tavolinat ishin plot dhe nuk gjeje vend p\u00ebr t’u ulur. Prit\u00ebn sa u lirua nj\u00eb dhe, menj\u00ebher\u00eb u ul\u00ebn n\u00eb nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb kat\u00ebr vend\u00ebshe, ku dritat e m\u00ebdha t\u00eb lokalit ndri\u00e7onin vendin p\u00ebrreth tyre dhe sportelin nga ku kamarier\u00ebt dilnin me pjata e kishin p\u00ebrball\u00eb.
\nSapo zun\u00eb vend, Zamira nuk donte t’u besonte syve, kur nj\u00eb kamarier iu duk si::: “O Zot! Mos m\u00eb thuaj se ai kamarieri atje \u00ebsht\u00eb… Aureli! T\u00eb jet\u00eb ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr dhe t’i ngjaj\u00eb kaq shum\u00eb? \u00c7’do k\u00ebtu ky? \u00cbsht\u00eb pun\u00ebsuar?! O Zot i madh! Pse erdh\u00ebm sonte k\u00ebtu? M’u thafshin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt mua sot! M’u thaft\u00eb goja, q\u00eb s’i thash\u00eb Lorencit, t\u00eb kishim shkuar diku, n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend tjet\u00ebr.
\n– \u00c7’far\u00eb ke? – e pyeti Lorenci, kur pa q\u00eb ajo ndryshoi menj\u00ebher\u00eb qendrimin dhe pamjen e saj. Ishte krejt e hutuar.. – Ndjehesh mir\u00eb? – dhe i kapi dor\u00ebn.
\n– Nuk kam gj\u00eb… por edhe sikur nuk po ndjehem mir\u00eb…<\/p>\n

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Aureli vazhdonte t’i sh\u00ebrbente klient\u00ebve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb t\u00eb ulur n\u00eb tavolina t\u00eb ndryshme.
\n– Kamarier, – thirri Lorenci, kur ai kaloi pran\u00eb tyre.
\nZamira me trupin t\u00eb kthyer nga Lorenci, kishte mb\u00ebshtetur kok\u00ebn mbi p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00ebn e dor\u00ebs dhe b\u00ebrrylin mbi tavolin\u00eb.
\n– Kamarier, – tha Lorenci, kur ai erdhi t\u00eb marr\u00eb porosin\u00eb. – Si fillim na sill nj\u00eb limonta\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb vajz\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrsa mua m\u00eb sill…
\n“Qenka martuar n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb kjo?” – tha Aureli me veten e tij, sapo u largua. Ndjeu mall, kur e pa. Shkoi tek sporteli dhe kur ktheu trupin i hodhi nj\u00eb shikim vjedhurazi. “Po ai djali kush do jet\u00eb, burri i saj, apo…”
\nMe pjatat n\u00eb duar, shkoi tek tavolina e tyre. – Zamira, biftek vi\u00e7i, q\u00eb ju porosit\u00ebt, u mbarua; mund t’ua z\u00ebvend\u00ebsoj me b\u00ebrxolla d\u00ebrri? – i tha ai Zamir\u00ebs, pa e kuptuar edhe vet\u00eb, pse i foli n\u00eb em\u00ebr.
\nZamira nuk foli. Lorenci pa kamarierin n\u00eb sy, pastaj pa Zamir\u00ebn…
\nKamarieri iku dhe u kthye pas pak, me porosin\u00eb e Lorencit. Lorenci i shoq\u00ebronte me sy veprimet e tij. Her\u00eb shihte kamarierin e her\u00eb shihte Zamir\u00ebn; ajo nuk fliste, vet\u00ebm rrinte me syt\u00eb ulur.
\n– Njiheni ju t\u00eb dy? – pyeti Lorenci Zamir\u00ebn, kur kamarieri u largua.
\n– Kush?
\n– Kamarierin q\u00eb na sh\u00ebrbeu, e njeh?
\n– Jo! – tha ajo menj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\n– Nuk e njeh fare?
\n– Ajo mblodhi pak buz\u00ebt.
\n– Po ai t\u00eb njeh ty?
\n– Nuk e di!
\n– Ai t\u00eb foli me em\u00ebr. Nga e di ai emrin t\u00ebnd?
\n– Edhe mua m\u00eb b\u00ebri p\u00ebrshtypje, m\u00eb duket se…
\n– Se \u00e7’far\u00eb?
\n– Ndoshta ka qen\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb me mua!
\n– N\u00eb cil\u00ebn shkoll\u00eb?
\n– N\u00eb kurs, k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb.
\n– Ndoshta, apo keni qen\u00eb t\u00eb dy n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb?
\n– Nuk jam e sigurt\u00eb, por, m’u duk, si nj\u00eb djal\u00eb, q\u00eb ka qen\u00eb me mua n\u00eb kurs p\u00ebr guzhinier.
\n– Nuk ka asgj\u00eb t\u00eb keqe edhe n\u00ebse i flisje; aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, kur ai t\u00eb dha t\u00eb njohur. Ai t\u00eb foli n\u00eb em\u00ebr ty.
\nZamira nuk foli…
\nUn\u00eb p\u00ebrshembull kam shum\u00eb shoqe t\u00eb ndryshme dhe nuk nguroj t’i p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndes, pavar\u00ebsisht, n\u00ebse ato shoq\u00ebrohen nga bashk\u00ebshort\u00ebt, v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit apo t\u00eb fejuarit e tyre, sikurse edhe ato nuk ngurojn\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndesin mua… \u00cbsht\u00eb tjet\u00ebr gj\u00eb, n\u00ebse dikush nga xhelozia e penalizon partneren e tij, duke mos e lejuar t\u00eb takoj\u00eb ask\u00ebnd. Un\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb nuk e kam ndaluar tek ty, apo jo?<\/p>\n

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Kur treni u nis, nga dritarja e vagonit, Zamira e p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeti me dor\u00eb Lorencin. Edhe ai e p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeti, duke i b\u00ebr\u00eb edhe shenj\u00ebn e puthjes me dor\u00eb….
\nHyri n\u00eb nj\u00eb klub t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dhe porositi nj\u00eb dopjo konjak. Tymi i cigares q\u00eb thithte, rrotullohej i mjegullt n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn para fytyr\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. E thithi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri cigaren, duke v\u00ebshtruar tymin: “Rrotullohu tym, rrotullohu, se edhe mendja ime po rrotullohet, v\u00ebrdall\u00eb po vjen tani. Ti s’ke faj, se tym je, po dhe un\u00eb, mos jam b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb tym se ty tani, \u00eb?”
\nPsher\u00ebtiu thell\u00eb. E ktheu p\u00ebr t\u00eb fundit her\u00eb got\u00ebn e konjakut, q\u00eb as vet\u00eb s’e mbante mend, se sa gota kishte pir\u00eb dhe u nis drejt restorantit, ku kishte darkuar nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb bashk\u00eb me Zamir\u00ebn.<\/p>\n

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– Po ku je mor bir, \u00e7’u b\u00ebre? – i tha e \u00ebma, sapo Lorenci hapi der\u00ebn e dhom\u00ebs e hyri brenda. – Humbe gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn, na b\u00ebre merak. As p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb drek\u00eb nuk erdhe sot. Ku ishe, apo shkove andej…
\n– Ku andej?
\n– Po, menduam, se mos ike edhe ti me nusen…
\n– H\u00eb! Jo, mama! Humba v\u00ebrtet sot, por b\u00ebra mir\u00eb q\u00eb humba, se edhe duhet t\u00eb humbja.
\n– Duhet t\u00eb humbje? S’po kuptoj \u00e7’po flet.
\n– Eh, mama… Sa gj\u00ebra nuk arini t\u00eb kuptoni ju. – Lorenci tundi kok\u00ebn. U \u00e7ua. L\u00ebvizi pak n\u00ebp\u00ebr dhom\u00eb dhe u ul p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb kolltuk. E \u00ebma po i shoq\u00ebronte me sy l\u00ebvizjet e tij.<\/p>\n

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– Uuhh! M\u00eb erdhi era e frym\u00ebs t\u00ebnde tani. Paske pir\u00eb shum\u00eb alkool sot!
\n– Pse, po t\u00eb dukem i pir\u00eb un\u00eb ty mama?
\n– Nuk thash se je i pir\u00eb, por fryma t\u00eb mban er\u00eb alkool…. \u00c7’far\u00eb pive, me k\u00eb ishe?
\n– H\u00eb! Me k\u00eb isha! T\u00eb gjitha i kam pir\u00eb mama, birr\u00eb, konjak, raki dhe, ta dish sa i fort\u00eb jam n\u00eb pije, t\u00eb gjitha i kam pir\u00eb pa meze.
\n– Prandaj t\u00eb mban goja er\u00eb alkool ty. Po me k\u00eb ishe, me k\u00eb pive?
\n– H\u00eb! Vet\u00ebm isha. Jo vet\u00ebm mama, joooo.Isha me at\u00eb – dhe tundi kok\u00ebn. – Isha me … ish burrin e t\u00eb fejuar\u00ebs sime; me ish dashnorin e Zamir\u00ebs, mamaaaa!
\nE \u00ebma e pa n\u00eb sy habitsh\u00ebm, por edhe qortuesh\u00ebm. U \u00e7ua nga ndenj\u00ebsja ku ishte ulur dhe iu afrua. – Lorenc! Qet\u00ebsohu nj\u00ebher\u00eb, se s’di \u00e7’po flet!
\n– Un\u00eb di se \u00e7’po flas mamaaaa, po ti nuk di se \u00e7’ndodh. Eh mama, mama! Sa e drejt\u00eb je! Sikur t\u00eb ishin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit, sidomos nuset e djemve si ti… eh, ku do ishim ne tani. Si \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr ty mama, t\u00eb kesh p\u00ebr nuse nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb bukur nga rrethet, apo nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb nga kryeqyteti? P\u00ebr ty \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb nga rrethet, se, nga kryeqyteti nuk e doje nusen ti… prandaj dhe un\u00eb ta solla.
\n“Thon\u00eb, se njer\u00ebzit kur pijn\u00eb e nuk din\u00eb se \u00e7’flasin u del pija kur lahen, kur b\u00ebjn\u00eb dush” – mendoi e \u00ebma. – Lorenc, futu nj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb vask\u00eb t\u00eb lahesh, sa \u00ebsht\u00eb akoma uji i nxeht\u00eb.
\nLorenci qeshi pak dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri tundi kok\u00ebn. – Mama, m\u00eb tep\u00ebr m\u00eb vjen keq p\u00ebr ty, se sa p\u00ebr veten time dhe p\u00ebr Zamir\u00ebn. Rri tani ulur k\u00ebtu me mua e t\u00eb bisedojm\u00eb. D\u00ebgjoi me v\u00ebmendje k\u00ebto q\u00eb do t\u00eb them\u00eb.<\/p>\n

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\n– Dometh\u00ebn\u00eb, e vendose p\u00ebrfundimisht, q\u00eb fejesa do prishet?
\n– Jo e vendosa mama, por \u00e7’do gj\u00eb mbaroi tani. Ia thash\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha ato q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr t’i th\u00ebn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

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– D\u00ebgjo Lorenc! Mendohu edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb mir\u00eb, para se ta prishim p\u00ebrfundimisht k\u00ebt\u00eb fejes\u00eb. Un\u00eb, q\u00eb kur e pash\u00eb dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb, m\u00eb hyri menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr Zamira. Ajo ka edhe goj\u00ebn e \u00ebmb\u00ebl; e dashur \u00ebsht\u00eb. Ndoshta, flasin edhe nga inati njer\u00ebzit, ka plot njer\u00ebz t\u00eb liq sot.
\n– Mama! Njer\u00ebz t\u00eb liq ka plot dhe mund t\u00eb flasin me paragjykime, me shpifje, me trillime dhe, ndoshta edhe nuk u duhet besuar; por njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb flasin me fakte, me fakte mama, edhe atyre nuk u duhet besuar? Nishani, q\u00eb Zamira ka n\u00eb rr\u00ebz\u00eb t\u00eb kofsh\u00ebve, n\u00eb mes t\u00eb shal\u00ebve… – foli i nervozuar Lorenci, – nishani mamaaaaaa, \u00e7’far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb? \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb paragjykim, nj\u00eb trillim, shpifje nga nj\u00eb njeri i lig. \u00c7’far\u00eb fakti do m\u00eb tep\u00ebr ti mama, apo do t\u00eb dish edhe se si Zamira…
\n– Ih! – nxorri nj\u00eb klithm\u00eb e \u00ebma dhe kafshoi buz\u00ebn e posht\u00ebme. Uli syt\u00eb p\u00ebrdhe dhe ndjeu rrahje t\u00eb forta n\u00eb zem\u00ebr. Menj\u00ebher\u00eb p\u00ebrpara syve i doli Zamira e qeshur… “Nuk i kihet bes\u00eb shum\u00eb edhe k\u00ebtyre djallkave, vajzave sot” – tha me vete. U \u00e7ua nga kolltuku dhe doli jasht\u00eb dhom\u00ebs.
\nI ati po rrinte ulur n\u00eb kolltukun pran\u00eb dritares. Deri at\u00ebhere nuk po fliste, vet\u00ebm d\u00ebgjonte. E shoq\u00ebroi t\u00eb shoqen me sy kur doli jasht\u00eb. Nuk iu durua; u \u00e7ua n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe foli i nervozuar t; birit: – Mjaft m\u00eb me k\u00ebto f\u00eblliq\u00ebsira; nuk di \u00e7’flet! Shum\u00eb e ke \u00e7’thurrur goj\u00ebn k\u00ebto dit\u00ebt e fundit. Nuk t\u00eb lejoj!… Na vjen i dehur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, na flet edhe p\u00ebr nishanrat… T\u00eb t\u00eb vij\u00eb turp! L\u00ebri budallall\u00ebqet dhe mendohu mir\u00eb. K\u00ebto q\u00eb thua tani t’i kishe shoshitur m\u00eb par\u00eb.
\n– Kur m\u00eb par\u00eb?
\n– At\u00ebhere, kur e dashuroje Zamir\u00ebn. Mos ta kishe shpallur fejes\u00ebn.
\n– Nuk erdhi dikush tjet\u00ebr at\u00ebhere t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte edhe p\u00ebr nishanet dhe historit\u00eb e saj dashurore…
\n– Mbahu te dikushi ti!
\n– Po ku t\u00eb mbahem, baba, te lot\u00ebt e Zamir\u00ebs?
\n– Je i pjekur tani dhe duhet t’i kuptosh m\u00eb mir\u00eb gj\u00ebrat. Edhe n\u00ebse Zamira ka dashuruar nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dikur, ashtu si\u00e7 po na thua ti tani, kur paska qen\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebse shkolle, nuk duhet t\u00eb quhet gabim, as faj nuk duhet quajtur. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb fatkeq\u00ebsi, q\u00eb ju djemt\u00eb i mashtroni. E pafalshme p\u00ebr Zamir\u00ebn do jet\u00eb, n\u00ebse ajo gabon tani dhe at\u00ebhere, kur t\u00eb jet\u00eb nuse n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\n– Ajo s’ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndodhur kurr\u00eb!
\n– Kush s’ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndodhur kurr\u00eb?
\n– Q\u00eb Zamira t\u00eb jet\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nuse n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\n– Ajo q\u00eb mund t’i ket\u00eb ndodhur Zamir\u00ebs, mund t’i ndodh\u00eb kujtdo vajze n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb adoleshenc\u00ebs…
\n– Po m\u00eb vjen shum\u00eb keq baba, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn ti, s’duhet t\u00eb gjykosh k\u00ebshtu n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb; t\u00eb mbajn\u00eb edhe p\u00ebr inteligjent.<\/p>\n

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– \u00cbsht\u00eb faji im baba, se u mpleksa me nj\u00eb kurv\u00eb…
\n– T\u00eb t\u00eb vij turp! Turp i madh madje duhet t\u00eb t\u00eb vij\u00eb, po ta p\u00ebrs\u00ebris edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb, q\u00eb m\u00eb flet me k\u00ebt\u00eb gjuh\u00eb tani…
\n– Baba…
\n– \u00c7’baba m\u00eb thua? E harrove t\u00ebt mot\u00ebr ti at\u00ebhere, se\u00e7 hoq\u00ebm? Edhe ajo, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs ishte, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn e Zamir\u00ebs. Ti ishe vet\u00eb ai, q\u00eb shkove dhe u zure me at\u00eb… q\u00eb jot mot\u00ebr e dashuroi kaq koh\u00eb dhe… sipas teje, po t\u00eb kishte k\u00ebto mendt\u00eb e tua tani dh\u00ebndri q\u00eb kemi sot, do ta kishim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi akoma ne vajz\u00ebn..<\/p>\n

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Zamira nuk e kishte menduar kurr\u00eb, q\u00eb prishja e fejes\u00ebs do t’i sillte shum\u00eb thashetheme dhe andralla n\u00eb qytetin e saj ku banonte.
\n– Antigoni…
\n– Hajde…
\n– H\u00eb moj gra, k\u00ebtu qenkeni mbledhur ju t\u00eb gjitha tani?
\n– Po ku je ti, \u00e7’u b\u00ebre. Ne po t\u00eb prisnim ty…
\n– L\u00ebre, l\u00ebre se \u00e7’po vete! Mor\u00ebt gj\u00eb vesh ju?
\n– Jo! Pse! \u00c7’ka ngjar\u00eb moj korb\u00eb?
\n– M\u00eb duket, se e ka l\u00ebn\u00eb ai at\u00eb…
\n– Kush ka l\u00ebn\u00eb moj, \u00e7’far\u00eb ka l\u00ebn\u00eb?
\n– \u00c7up\u00ebn e Burbuqes, Zamir\u00ebn, m\u00eb duket se e ka l\u00ebn\u00eb i fejuari.
\n– Moj po… k\u00ebshtu kemi d\u00ebgjuar edhe ne, \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb?
\n– K\u00ebshtu thon\u00eb…
\n– Patjet\u00ebr, duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb…
\n– \u00cbh\u00eb! Edhe un\u00eb s’ia kam par\u00eb n\u00eb gisht unaz\u00ebn e fejes\u00ebs Zamir\u00ebs.
\n– N\u00eb fakt, kan\u00eb kaluar dy t\u00eb diela dhe s’e kemi par\u00eb dh\u00ebndrin tiranas t\u00eb vij\u00eb…
\n– E po… po e drodhe bishtin, kjo t\u00eb gjen..
\n– Jo moj, jo! \u00cbsht\u00eb \u00e7up\u00eb e mir\u00eb Zamira.
\n– Eee, e mir\u00eb, e mir\u00eb, thua ti. Un\u00eb e kuptova q\u00eb at\u00ebhere at\u00eb, sapo u kthye nga shkolla, nga Tirana, sa shum\u00eb kishte ndryshuar..
\n– E shkreta Burbuqe, \u00e7’e gjeti. I mbeti n\u00eb der\u00eb \u00e7upa tani
\n– E po, donte t\u00eb martohej n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb ajo…
\n– Mua n\u00eb fakt, n\u00eb fillim, q\u00eb kur e pash\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb p\u00eblqeu ai, Florenci…
\n– Lorenci…
\n– E ku di un\u00eb si e ka emrin ai, por t\u00eb gjith\u00eb shofer\u00ebt s’m\u00eb p\u00eblqejn\u00eb…
\n– Shofer\u00ebt jan\u00eb dobi\u00e7a, kurvar\u00eb…
\n– \u00c7’deshi e zeza! I g\u00ebzoi bukuris\u00eb, Tiran\u00ebs.
\n– Le ta mbaj\u00eb Tiran\u00ebn mir\u00eb tani ajo…
\n– Un\u00eb n\u00eb fakt, e kisha kuptuar nja dy her\u00eb at\u00eb, dh\u00ebndrin. Ai k\u00ebtej dilte p\u00ebr krahu me Zamir\u00ebn, nga ana tjet\u00ebr shikonte \u00e7upat e tjera, kur dilnin sh\u00ebtitje…
\n– D\u00ebgjoni moj gra! Kot nuk t\u00eb l\u00eb burri sot. Ai di\u00e7ka duhet t’i ket\u00eb kuptuar asaj, ose…
\n– Eh! E shkreta Burbuqe \u00e7’e gjeti.<\/p>\n

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Jo vet\u00ebm diskutime, por, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb, ajo e ndjente veten, sikur po e posht\u00ebronin. “Po, po! Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb posht\u00ebrim q\u00eb po m\u00eb b\u00ebhet mua.”
\n– Zamira, ka ardhur Sadiku. Nuk do dal\u00ebsh ta takosh e ta qeras\u00ebsh? – i tha e \u00ebma, teksa Zamira po rrinte n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e saj e po lexonte nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr.
\n– E \u00e7’t\u00eb dal? Sikur \u00ebsht\u00eb moshatar me mua ai.
\n– Q\u00eb t\u00eb mos zgjatem Dhimit\u00ebr, – filloi nd\u00ebrkaq Sadiku – po ua them se ku \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe qellimi i ardhjes sime sot tek ju.
\n– Ti hajde sa her\u00eb t\u00eb duash e kur t\u00eb duash, i tha Burbuqja.
\n– Prit nj\u00ebher\u00eb moj grua, t\u00eb d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb nj\u00ebher\u00eb, pastaj foli, – nd\u00ebrhyri Dhimitri.
\nSadiku psher\u00ebtiu: – E bisedova edhe me gruan time dhe kemi menduar… Njeriu do ndihmuar. Kush miku, kush shoku, dikush duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebhet i gjall\u00eb, t\u00eb hedh\u00eb nj\u00eb gur\u00eb n\u00eb lum\u00eb… Un\u00eb po e bisedoj nj\u00ebher\u00eb me ju, po, b\u00ebhet, s’b\u00ebhet gj\u00eb, jan\u00eb pun\u00ebt e Zotit ato.
\nDhimitri dhe Burbuqja po e shihnin n\u00eb sy v\u00ebmendsh\u00ebm, prisnin se \u00e7’far\u00eb do thoshte Sadiku.
\n– Ju e dini, – vazhdoi Sadiku t\u00eb flas\u00eb, – djalit t\u00eb Arifit, Petritit, i vdiq gruaja para dy vjet\u00ebve. Djal\u00eb i mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb, sa s’ka ku t\u00eb vej\u00eb m\u00eb, por fati i tij i zi; i iku gruaja nga nj\u00eb pakujdesi e mjek\u00ebve dhe i la pas dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl jetim\u00eb.
\nZamira nga dhoma e saj, u afrua pran\u00eb der\u00ebs,e hapi pak, sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar se \u00e7’flitej matan\u00eb.
\n– Me pun\u00eb, me sht\u00ebpi \u00ebsht\u00eb, vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb mir\u00eb k\u00ebrkon tani i gjori..
\n– Sa vje\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb djali? – nd\u00ebrhyri Burbuqja.
\n– Jo, ka dy djem ai. I madhi, \u00ebsht\u00eb, m\u00eb duket… 8 vje\u00e7\u00eb dhe ai tjetri, do jet\u00eb… pes\u00eb a pes\u00eb e gjys\u00ebm…
\n– Jo jo, t\u00eb pyeta p\u00ebr djalin, p\u00ebr Petritin – tha p\u00ebrs\u00ebri Burbuqja.
\n– T\u00eb g\u00ebnjej? Nuk e di mir\u00eb me sakt\u00ebsi, po… o 36 ose 38 vje\u00e7\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb; m\u00eb shum\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb.
\n“Zamira \u00ebsht\u00eb 22 vje\u00e7e” – mendoi Burbuqja.
\nDhimitri nuk foli, vet\u00ebm po mendonte…
\n– Neve n\u00eb fakt, na dhimbset Zamira, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7up\u00eb e keqe, pa\u00e7ka, se i ndodhi ajo…
\nDhimitri p\u00ebrs\u00ebri po mendohej. Burbuqja mblodhi pak buz\u00ebt, nd\u00ebrsa po mendonte: “\u00cbsht\u00eb pak i madh n\u00eb mosh\u00eb me Zamir\u00ebn…”
\n– Nuk di \u00e7’t\u00eb them – tha Dhimitri – P\u00ebr k\u00ebto pun\u00eb, duhen pyetur edhe t\u00eb rinjt\u00eb sot…
\n– D\u00ebgjoni! Un\u00eb para se t\u00eb vija k\u00ebtu tek ju, fola edhe me djalin vet\u00eb, Petritin. E bisedova edhe me t\u00eb atin, Arifin.
\n– E \u00e7’t\u00eb tha Petriti?
\n– Shum\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb ka shkuar mendja – tha. – Familje e mir\u00eb jan\u00eb, njer\u00ebz t\u00eb mir\u00eb…
\n– Po p\u00ebr Zamir\u00ebn, tha gj\u00eb?
\nJo, jo! Nuk tha gj\u00eb. Vajz\u00eb e mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb – tha. – Nuk ka asnj\u00eb problem.
\nZamira q\u00eb e kishte d\u00ebgjuar t\u00eb gjith\u00eb bised\u00ebn, mendoi nj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb dilte nga dhoma e t\u00eb hynte n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, t’i zbraste t\u00eb gjith\u00eb nervat e saja atij shkesi.<\/p>\n

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Fjala “Lamtumir\u00eb” dhe z\u00ebri i Lorencit dit\u00ebn e fundit kur ata u ndan\u00eb, Zamir\u00ebs i rrinte si v\u00ebth, i varur n\u00eb veshin e kujtes\u00ebs. Megjith\u00ebse kishte kaluar nj\u00ebfar\u00eb koh\u00eb, nuk e kishte t\u00eb leht\u00eb t’i shk\u00ebputej nga mendja. E donte, ndjente p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb edhe i ndizeshin shpresat, sikur Lorenci nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb vinte p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, do t\u00eb harronte gjith\u00eb at\u00eb t\u00eb kaluar disi t\u00eb trisht\u00eb dhe ata t\u00eb dy do t\u00eb fillonin p\u00ebrs\u00ebri rind\u00ebrtimin e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tyre. E kishte marr\u00eb shum\u00eb malli. Ah, sikur vet\u00ebm nj\u00ebher\u00eb ta shihte, qoft\u00eb dhe nga larg, vet\u00ebm ta shihte nj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe nuk do t\u00eb donte gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr nga kjo jet\u00eb! Por e gjitha kjo i dukej si nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb e pakthyeshme, nj\u00eb pamund\u00ebsi.
\n– “Lorenci nuk ka faj. Faj ka ai, Aureli. Aureli q\u00eb m\u00eb donte dhe e doja! Apo kam un\u00eb faj? Edhe un\u00eb kam faj! Pse kam faj?! Sepse dashurova nj\u00eb djal\u00eb? Pse dashurova dhe nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, vet\u00ebm e vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb kryeqytet? A mund t\u00eb b\u00ebja tjet\u00ebr gj\u00eb, n\u00eb kushtet kur e drejta e njeriut p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb banore e kryeqytetit pengohet nga qindra ligje dhe psikoza shtet\u00ebrore?! Ah, t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb nuk ma japin ligjet e shtetit ku jetojm\u00eb… At\u00ebhere \u00e7far\u00eb faji kam un\u00eb?! Pastaj un\u00eb e doja Lorencin, akoma e dua, madje dhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb… Por…
\nAureli u b\u00eb shkaktari i prishjes s\u00eb fejes\u00ebs sime…! Ky djal\u00eb i ri i vendit tim me ndjenjat e mosh\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb rinis\u00eb s\u00eb k\u00ebtij vendi, me egoizmin dhe kryene\u00e7\u00ebsin\u00eb, si vet\u00eb moshatar\u00ebt e tij, q\u00eb rriten e jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend, q\u00eb dashurojn\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend, q\u00eb vrasin nj\u00eb dashuri dhe e groposin pa pik\u00eb delikatase n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend, ku varrosen t\u00eb gjitha gj\u00ebrat e bukura.<\/p>\n

E un\u00eb Zamira, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e k\u00ebtij vendi, ish shoqja e tij, ish e dashura e tij, nuk paskam t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn t\u00eb jetoj, t\u00eb dashuroj, t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtoj jet\u00ebn time, t\u00eb ardhmen time, vet\u00ebm se paskam qen\u00eb e dashuruar m\u00eb par\u00eb!? O Zot, \u00e7’far\u00eb absurditeti! Ligji i Shoq\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb k\u00ebtij vendi ku un\u00eb u linda e u rrita, si pjes\u00ebtare e k\u00ebsaj shoq\u00ebrie t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb, po m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb ndihem dhe fajtore, thjesht\u00eb p\u00ebr faktin se dashurova, qoft\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs! Po, po! Shoq\u00ebri e s\u00ebmur\u00eb! Nj\u00eb shoq\u00ebri, ku djemt\u00eb sundojn\u00eb mbi ne, vajzat e \u00e7armatosura. Ne vajzat sot nuk kemi fuqin\u00eb, as forc\u00ebn, as mjetin, t\u00eb mbrohemi nga sulmet e djemve, sepse arma jon\u00eb e t\u00eb qenit fem\u00ebr n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb vend, nuk mundet dot t\u00eb shkrepet mbi ata djem\u00eb, ish t\u00eb dashurit,-ish t\u00eb fejuarit tan\u00eb, sepse akoma nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb arritur koncepti n\u00eb vendin tim q\u00eb nj\u00eb mashkull t\u00eb ndjehet po aq i fyer para nj\u00eb vajze dhe, m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, kur \u00ebsht\u00eb fjala p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn apo t\u00eb fejuar\u00ebn e tij, sa \u00e7’mund t\u00eb ndjehet e fyer nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb para nj\u00eb mashkulli, kur kan\u00eb dashuruar m\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Cili djal\u00eb sot ndjehet i fyer para t\u00eb dashur\u00ebs, t\u00eb fejuar\u00ebs apo edhe bashk\u00ebshortes s\u00eb tij p\u00ebr dashurit\u00eb e tija para martese?! P\u00ebrkundrazi, ndjehet superior dhe mburravec.<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb sot n\u00eb shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb rrethon ndjehem nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e ul\u00ebt, imorale, nj\u00eb grua e ndar\u00eb nga i fejuari i saj, pavar\u00ebsisht se cil\u00ebt jan\u00eb kushtet dhe arsyet e k\u00ebsaj ndarje, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ka mbuluar turpi, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrgojojn\u00eb kur kaloj n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, … nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb … q\u00eb jeton n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, ku egoizmi dhe thashethemet jan\u00eb biseda e par\u00eb e dit\u00ebs. Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb ndihem keq dhe me veten time, p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb nj\u00eb flirti rinie, nj\u00eb dashurie t\u00eb mbetur n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, nj\u00eb fejese t\u00eb pakonsumuar, nj\u00eb \u00ebndrre q\u00eb u kthye n\u00eb zhgj\u00ebnd\u00ebrr! Pse, kaq pak vleka dashuria dhe jeta, sa t\u00eb mbetet vajza peng i nj\u00eb historie ose i disa historive q\u00eb i kan\u00eb ndodhur n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb lumturis\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Le t\u00eb jem un\u00eb Zamira, viktima e radh\u00ebs e k\u00ebsaj shoq\u00ebrie t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb e k\u00ebtij sistemi, ku m\u00eb mohohet e drejta e t\u00eb dashuruarit, e t\u00eb jetuarit, e t\u00eb banuarit n\u00eb kryeqytetin e atdheut tim…
\nLe t\u00eb jem un\u00eb Zamira, viktim\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj shoq\u00ebrie, mbeturin\u00eb e nd\u00ebrgjegjes s\u00eb njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb… Po a meritoj k\u00ebt\u00eb fat!? Sidoqoft\u00eb… Le t\u00eb jem un\u00eb Zamira…!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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