Nga Gladiola Jorbus<\/p>\n
Dashuri n\u00eb distanc\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n Kur Arseni u zhvendos n\u00eb Prag\u00eb, e imagjinonte qytetin si n\u00eb fotografit\u00eb q\u00eb kishte par\u00eb: ura t\u00eb vjetra q\u00eb shtriheshin mbi lumin Vltava si krah\u00eb t\u00eb hapura, rrug\u00eb me kalldr\u00ebm, nd\u00ebrtesa me \u00e7ati t\u00eb kuqe. Pamje magjeps\u00ebsese q\u00eb t\u00eb linin pa frym\u00eb. Por realiteti ishte m\u00eb i thell\u00eb se kaq.<\/p>\n Praga ishte nj\u00eb qytet q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafonte me ngroht\u00ebsi, por t\u00eb mbante edhe n\u00eb distanc\u00eb. Nj\u00eb qytet q\u00eb t\u00eb jepte ndjesin\u00eb se gjith\u00e7ka ka ndodhur nj\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb: dashuri, humbje, rikthime dhe se ti, je thjesht kapitulli i radh\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Arseni e p\u00ebrjetonte k\u00ebt\u00eb ndjesi \u00e7do dit\u00eb. N\u00eb fillim, ai i tregonte Er\u00ebs gjith\u00e7ka.<\/p>\n – Era, sot kalova mbi Ur\u00ebn e Karlit. Ishte mjegull. Dukej sikur statujat po merrnin frym\u00eb.<\/p>\n Ajo qeshte: – Po ti je b\u00ebr\u00eb poet tani.<\/p>\n Ai i tregonte p\u00ebr tramvajin q\u00eb kalonte \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes posht\u00eb dritares s\u00eb tij, p\u00ebr arom\u00ebn e trdelnikut q\u00eb mbushte rrugicat, p\u00ebr tingujt e violin\u00ebs q\u00eb vinin nga nj\u00eb muzikant n\u00eb Staro Meste (old town).<\/p>\n Era e d\u00ebgjonte dhe e imagjinonte veten aty, pran\u00eb tij, duke ecur dor\u00eb p\u00ebr dore n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00ebt q\u00eb ai p\u00ebrshkruante. Video-callet ishin t\u00eb gjata, plot d\u00ebshir\u00eb, mall, pasion dhe plane.<\/p>\n – Kur t\u00eb vish, do t\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7oj n\u00eb Petrin Hill, – i thoshte ai. Do t\u00eb shijosh pamjen m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur t\u00eb qytetit. Nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb shijoj ty.<\/p>\n – Po vij, – i p\u00ebrgjigjej ajo.\u00a0 Vet\u00ebm prit pak.<\/p>\n Por koha nuk priti. Nd\u00ebrsa Arseni filloi t\u00eb m\u00ebsohej me qytetin, me ritmin e tij t\u00eb qet\u00eb dhe t\u00eb thell\u00eb, me njer\u00ebzit, me net\u00ebt q\u00eb dukeshin sikur nuk mbaronin kurr\u00eb, di\u00e7ka brenda tij ndryshoi.<\/p>\n Era e ndiente.<\/p>\n – Arsen, je mir\u00eb? – e pyeste ajo.<\/p>\n – Po, thjesht jam i lodhur. Praga \u00ebsht\u00eb\u2026 shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Shum\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb?<\/p>\n – Shum\u00eb e bukur. Shum\u00eb e madhe. Shum\u00eb ndryshe.<\/p>\n Ai nuk e thoshte dot me z\u00eb, por ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb bukuria e nj\u00eb vendi t\u00eb ri t\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb harrosh at\u00eb q\u00eb ke l\u00ebn\u00eb pas.<\/p>\n Mesazhet e tij u b\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb shkurtra. Video-callet m\u00eb t\u00eb rralla. Heshtjet m\u00eb t\u00eb gjata. Era filloi t\u00eb ndiente se po humbiste di\u00e7ka q\u00eb nuk e kishte prekur kurr\u00eb me duar.<\/p>\n Snj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje e telefonoi. Ai nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj. E telefonoi s\u00ebrish, k\u00ebt\u00eb radh\u00eb me face time. Arseni u p\u00ebrgjigj pas 50 sekondash. Ishte ulur n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol pran\u00eb lumit. Dritat e qytetit pasqyroheshin n\u00eb uj\u00eb si yje t\u00eb r\u00ebn\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Ku je? – e pyeti ajo.<\/p>\n – Buz\u00eb Vltav\u00ebs. Po mendoja.<\/p>\n – P\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb? \u2013 vazhdoi t\u00eb pyeste ajo.<\/p>\n Ai mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb. – P\u00ebr ne.<\/p>\n Era ndjeu th\u00ebllimin n\u00eb shpirt.<\/p>\n – \u00c7far\u00eb ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb menduar shpirt?<\/p>\n Ai pa drejt lumit, dhe jo kamer\u00ebn.<\/p>\n – Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, – psher\u00ebtiu ai, ndihem sikur jam duke jetuar dy jet\u00eb. Nj\u00ebr\u00ebn k\u00ebtu, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet q\u00eb po m\u00eb ndryshon. Tjetr\u00ebn me ty, n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend ku nuk jam m\u00eb.<\/p>\n – Arsen, ke dik\u00eb tjet\u00ebr? – pyeti ajo me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt.<\/p>\n Ai u kthye nga kamera. Syt\u00eb i kishte t\u00eb lodhur.<\/p>\n – Jo. Nuk ka njeri tjet\u00ebr. Ekziston vet\u00ebm\u2026 nj\u00eb version i imi q\u00eb nuk po e njoh m\u00eb.<\/p>\n Era uli kok\u00ebn.<\/p>\n – Po un\u00eb? A jam pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebtij versioni t\u00eb ri?<\/p>\n Ai heshti. Dhe heshtja e tij tha m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ligj\u00ebrimet.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, nd\u00ebrsa Praga ndri\u00e7ohej nga dritat e ngrohta t\u00eb urave, kurse Tirana nga gjall\u00ebria e t\u00eb rinjve, ata u lidh\u00ebn s\u00ebrish me video.<\/p>\n Era, – tha ai. Nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj pezull. Nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebndoj. Por nuk jam m\u00eb, ai q\u00eb isha kur ika. Dhe nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb premtoj gj\u00ebra q\u00eb nuk i mbaj dot.<\/p>\n Ajo e d\u00ebgjoi pa e nd\u00ebrprer\u00eb.<\/p>\n Un\u00eb t\u00eb dua, – murmuriti ajo. Por nuk dua t\u00eb t\u00eb detyroj, as t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj me zor.<\/p>\n Ai mbylli syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n – M\u00eb fal!<\/p>\n – Nuk ka asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb falur. Dashuria, ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk mjafton. Fjal\u00ebt e Er\u00ebs p\u00ebrcillnin ftoht\u00ebsi, por aspak keqdashje, as m\u00ebri.<\/p>\n Video-calli u mbyll. Dhe bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb, nj\u00eb univers reshti s\u00eb qeni.<\/p>\n Dit\u00ebt q\u00eb pasuan ishin t\u00eb qeta, por t\u00eb r\u00ebnda. Era e ndiente munges\u00ebn e tij n\u00eb \u00e7do hap. Arseni ecte n\u00ebp\u00ebr rrug\u00ebt e Prag\u00ebs dhe mendonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb. P\u00ebr m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn si qeshte. P\u00ebr m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn si e th\u00ebrriste \u201cArs\u201d. Por qyteti i ri e kishte p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb, shnd\u00ebrruar.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, Era mori nj\u00eb mesazh.<\/p>\n Arsen:<\/strong> Mbetesh njeriu q\u00eb m\u00eb ka dhuruar kujtimet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura, emocionet m\u00eb t\u00eb pashlyeshme. Faleminderit q\u00eb m\u00eb ke dashur! <\/em><\/p>\n Ajo iu p\u00ebrgjigj:<\/p>\n Era:<\/strong> Ndoshta nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, kur t\u00eb mos jemi m\u00eb kaq larg, do t\u00eb flasim s\u00ebrish. Si dy njer\u00ebz q\u00eb dikur u desh\u00ebn sinqerisht.<\/em><\/p>\n Era buz\u00ebqeshi. Ajo mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb, sikur po \u00e7lironte gjith\u00eb pesh\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte mbajtur mbi supe. Dhe vazhdoi t\u00eb ecte. P\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb pas shum\u00eb koh\u00ebsh, ndjeu nj\u00eb leht\u00ebsim t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nga Gladiola Jorbus Dashuri n\u00eb distanc\u00eb Kur Arseni u zhvendos n\u00eb Prag\u00eb, e imagjinonte qytetin si n\u00eb fotografit\u00eb q\u00eb kishte par\u00eb: ura t\u00eb vjetra q\u00eb shtriheshin mbi lumin Vltava si krah\u00eb t\u00eb hapura, rrug\u00eb me kalldr\u00ebm, nd\u00ebrtesa me \u00e7ati t\u00eb kuqe. Pamje magjeps\u00ebsese q\u00eb t\u00eb linin pa frym\u00eb. Por realiteti ishte m\u00eb i thell\u00eb se […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":4115,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4114","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4114"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4116,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114\/revisions\/4116"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}