N\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb trokitje \u00e7izmesh ushtar\u00ebsh, n\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb vdekja kishte nisur marshimin e saj mbi shpirtra t\u00eb lodhur nga etja p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Po e ekzekutonim si p\u00ebr t\u00eb zhdukur \u00e7do form\u00eb dhe d\u00ebshmi t\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00ebjve t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm,dhe un\u00eb isha aty duke ngrohur hekurin e ftoht\u00eb t\u00eb arm\u00ebs me shpirtin q\u00eb kishte acar nga nata plot balt\u00eb e shkurtit. V\u00ebrtet kisha humbur besimin,si q\u00ebnie q\u00eb vidhet skutave.
\n-Ej ushtar b\u00ebhu gati, 200m rrug\u00eb jan\u00eb akoma.
\nIshte z\u00ebri i komandantit q\u00eb m\u00eb zgjoi dhe me kujtoi di\u00e7ka q\u00eb nuk doja kurrsesi t\u00eb ishte pjes\u00eb e p\u00ebrjetimit tim t\u00eb dhimbsh\u00ebm. Nuk e di, por di\u00e7ka m\u00eb brente nga brenda…
\nPse, vriteshin edhe poet\u00ebt?
\nAi i pari ishte poet. N\u00eb shkoll\u00eb m\u00ebsuesja e let\u00ebrsis\u00eb na thoshte se njer\u00ebzit me shpirt t\u00eb madh n\u00eb boten q\u00eb jetojm\u00eb jane vet\u00ebm ata q\u00eb shkruajn\u00eb sepse pasqyrojn\u00eb bukurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs me fjal\u00eb shpirti.
\nPo \u00e7\u2019kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb ? Dy vargje\u2026
\nMbi arom\u00ebn e gjakut shpirt i burgosur
\nFluturojn\u00eb dhe qajn\u00eb p\u00ebllumba t\u00eb bardh\u00eb \u2026
\nArmik i rreziksh\u00ebm i pushtetit popullor, agjitacion dhe propagand\u00eb, agjent i sh\u00ebrbimeve t\u00eb huaja etj etj.
\n-N\u00eb at\u00eb kodr\u00ebn p\u00ebrtej kam sht\u00ebpin\u00eb, tani nuk ka korent se n\u00ebn\u00ebs ja kan\u00eb prer\u00eb se nuk ka para p\u00ebr ta paguar, e di sa bukur \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb pranver\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ishte nj\u00eb z\u00eb i bukur, i \u00ebmb\u00ebl si fllad ere n\u00eb buz\u00eb mbremje t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb. Ktheva kok\u00ebn.
\nU \u00e7udita. Ishte poeti. Nga her\u00ebt e tjera, kur flisnin t\u00eb d\u00ebnuarit. I godisnin. I shanin. I t\u00ebrhiqnin zvarr\u00eb sipas stin\u00ebs, balt\u00eb, pluhur, bar jeshil apo sipas vendit, q\u00eb mund t\u00eb kishte edhe gur. Heshtje, mos vall\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb po mendonim t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat gj\u00ebra,mos vall\u00eb \u2026Kishim ekzekutuar me dhjetra, ministra, deputet\u00eb, sabotator\u00eb, kriminel\u00eb, pse jo edhe zv\/kryeminist\u00ebr, profesor\u00eb, doktor\u00eb.
\n\u00c7udi, e nj\u00ebjta akuz\u00eb, e nj\u00ebjta skuad\u00ebr, t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat lutje, t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebt lot\u00eb, por ky djalosh 20 vje\u00e7ar buz\u00ebqeshte.
\nE pamundur, kaq i qet\u00eb. H\u00ebna q\u00eb ishte e plot\u00eb, n\u00eb shesh t\u00eb hapur, derdhte hirin e saj t\u00eb mekur e t\u00eb vak\u00ebt si qefini q\u00eb ky djalosh s’do ta kishte kurr\u00eb.
\nArrit\u00ebm. Dy prozhektor\u00eb ndri\u00e7onin dy pika t\u00eb ndryshme.
\n-Ushtar mere t\u00eb d\u00ebnuarin -prap\u00eb z\u00ebri i rrept\u00eb u perplas n\u00eb muret e vesh\u00ebve t\u00eb mija, si nj\u00eb oshtim\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb shtoi t\u00eb ftohtin e k\u00ebsaj nate.
\n-Atje!-Nj\u00eb grop\u00eb e hapur priste dy shpirtra, nj\u00eb q\u00eb po ikte me mallin e jet\u00ebs dhe tjetri p\u00ebr ta p\u00ebrjetuar dhimbjen. Djaloshi eci vet\u00eb para. Dhjete hapa, sa shpejt p\u00ebr ti b\u00ebr\u00eb.
\n-Ti ushtar po pret p\u00ebr fjal\u00ebn e fundit,-ai ngriti kok\u00ebn n\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb h\u00ebn\u00ebs dhe drita iu derdh si p\u00ebr ti k\u00ebrkuar t\u00eb shkonte bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb n\u00eb parajs\u00eb.
\n-D\u00ebgjo ushtar-z\u00ebrit i ishte prishur harmonia, frik\u00eb!Jo, ishte emocion, vall\u00eb vdekja kishte frik\u00eb nga poet\u00ebt.-Kur t\u00eb kalosh n\u00eb fshatin tim kthehu dhe i thuaj n\u00ebn\u00ebs se jam mir\u00eb, se do t\u00eb kthehem dhe mos m’i mbulo syt\u00eb.
\nI hodha dor\u00ebn n\u00eb supin e djatht\u00eb, di\u00e7ka m\u00eb ngrohu.Gjak….M\u00eb treguan me par\u00eb se n\u00eb qeli e mbanin t\u00eb lidhur me tela me gjemba dhe pranga.Ishte i rreziksh\u00ebm!
\n-T\u00eb lutem-Shk\u00eblqimi i nj\u00eb loti.-E doja jet\u00ebn-vazhdoi-,por s’m\u00eb lan\u00eb …,askush nuk mund t\u00eb jetoje jet\u00ebn q\u00eb ta kontrollojn\u00eb dhe servirin t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.-Djaloshi po me veshtronte. U ktheva.
\nN\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb krisma arm\u00ebsh diku larg. Po vriteshin poet\u00ebt dhe ne ishim ekzekutor\u00ebt. Dikush murmuriti.
\n-E vram\u00eb.
\nKtheva syt\u00eb, mbi kod\u00ebr nj\u00eb drit\u00eb e dob\u00ebt. Ndoshta qiri. Nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb priste, lutej, kishte mall. Ne do t\u00eb ishim d\u00ebshmitar\u00ebt q\u00eb vulosnim d\u00ebnimin ton\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb vuajtur.
\nSyt\u00eb e kishin humbur, padashur vura dor\u00ebn n\u00eb nofulla\u2026..Aroma e gjakut\u2026\u2026\u2026..
\n20 Maj 198.
\nPo ngjitesha n\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb e kodr\u00ebs.Tani isha rritur n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi, isha b\u00ebr\u00eb komandant. Kisha rroba t\u00eb reja, \u00e7izme t\u00eb gjata l\u00ebkure. Sht\u00ebpia e vog\u00ebl dukej si nj\u00eb monument duke qen\u00eb edhe pika m\u00eb e lart\u00eb nga ku dukej e gjith\u00eb fusha apo dhe kodrat n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn jugore. Pamje e bukur. Ndoshta, ky ka qen\u00eb frym\u00ebzimi tij i par\u00eb, mendova. U afrova nj\u00eb gardhi t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr q\u00eb rrethonte banes\u00ebn duke par\u00eb me sy vendin ku duhej t\u00eb ishte porta, megjith\u00ebse mund t\u00eb kaloje pa v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi n\u00eb \u00e7do an\u00eb.
\nTrokita.
\nNje plake e thyer u shfaq, thua se ishte pas porte apo se priste tjet\u00ebr trokitje.
\n-Urdh\u00ebro bir!-
\nZ\u00ebri kaq i ngjash\u00ebm, u trondita. I zgjata dor\u00ebn.
\n-Jam shoku i Fatmirit.
\nMu hodh n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. P\u00ebrqafimi u p\u00ebrzie me lot\u00ebt e plak\u00ebs.
\nM\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi thuajse brenda.
\nNj\u00eb oxhak, dy nima druri, nj\u00eb dollap, nj\u00eb sepete, si edhe disa gj\u00ebra t\u00eb vjetra.
\n-T\u00eb b\u00ebj n\u00ebna nj\u00eb kafe-foli plaka.
\nTunda kok\u00ebn n\u00eb shenj\u00eb pohimi. Nje xhezve e vjet\u00ebr u vu n\u00eb oxhak ku ishte akoma nj\u00eb zjarr i mekur. Plaka hodhi kafen n\u00eb nj\u00eb filxhan, ishte fiks nj\u00eb filxhan. Po ajo?
\n-G\u00ebzuar -i thash\u00eb- Pleq\u00ebri t\u00eb mbar\u00eb.
\n-T\u00eb m\u00eb rrosh o bir.
\n-Si t\u00eb duket- m\u00eb pyeti, sikur e kuptoi q\u00eb nuk m\u00eb pelqeu, ishte pa sheqer.
\n-Nuk mundesha dot t\u00eb veja t\u00eb blija sheqer se nuk e ngjis dot k\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb flamosur rrug\u00eb.-Tha plaka
\nPo g\u00ebnjente p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos ulur krenarin\u00eb saj posht\u00eb, n\u00eb qytet kafeja dhe sheqeri ishin me list\u00eb.
\n-Po m\u00eb thon\u00eb more bir se Fatmiri \u00ebsht\u00eb armik, po nuk u beson n\u00ebna atyre. U \u00e7ua dhe nga nj\u00eb sepete e vjet\u00ebr nxori fleta nderi, deftesa, shkrime t\u00eb t\u00eb birit dhe mi l\u00ebshoi n\u00eb preh\u00ebr. Dhe disa fotografi.
\n-Por ai do t\u00eb kthehet, se nuk b\u00ebn pun\u00eb t\u00eb liga.
\nNuk e di, por nuk kisha z\u00eb, nuk kisha fjal\u00eb. Mu ul af\u00ebr duke m\u00eb kapur dor\u00ebn.
\n-Si e kam Fatmirin bir? Se n\u00ebna at\u00eb ka.-foli malli me gjuh\u00ebn e saj.
\nSyt\u00eb e mi u drejtuan jasht\u00eb dritares s\u00eb vog\u00ebl…
\n-M\u00eb thon\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb larg bir, a \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb !?
\nTunda kok\u00ebn. Doja t\u00eb ngrihesha.
\n-Po -I thash me gjys\u00ebm z\u00ebri-Po ti mos u m\u00ebrzit Fatmiri me porositi q\u00eb tu \u00e7oj t\u00eb fala dhe tu them q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mir\u00eb \u2026\u2026\u2026.. <\/p>\n
N\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat, nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb priste t\u00eb birin q\u00eb ti kthehej, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb\u00a0 thoshin q\u00eb ishte larg dhe ajo prap\u00eb priste. Plaka nuk merte pension dhe ushqehej duke mbledhur lule, apo bim\u00eb medicinale p\u00ebrreth kodrave, dhe pse jo edhe mbi varrin e t\u00eb birit q\u00eb nuk e pa m\u00eb kurr\u00eb. <\/p>\n
Maj 200.
\n-K\u00ebtu!
\nDisa pun\u00ebtor\u00eb filluan t\u00eb g\u00ebrmonin, dheu ishte i but\u00eb dhe pas rreth nj\u00eb ore, nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz plastmasi u duk n\u00eb grop\u00ebn e hapur:
\n-Tani kujdes-Foli dikush.
\nPas disa \u00e7astesh u duk forma e plot\u00eb, po, ishte nj\u00eb trup i pa prishur, ndoshta edhe nga plasmasi q\u00eb nuk kishte lejuar dep\u00ebrtimin e ajrit apo agjent\u00ebve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb t\u00eb koh\u00ebs e n\u00ebntok\u00ebs.
\nEksperti;
\nViktima ka dy goditje, nj\u00eb n\u00eb gjoks dhe nj\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb dhe q\u00eb te dyja jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb me arm\u00eb zjarri.
\nAte nat\u00eb skuadra jon\u00eb ishte p\u00ebrb\u00ebr\u00eb prej 7 (shtat\u00eb)vetave. Distanca dhjet\u00eb metra. \u00c7udi ne s’gabonim kurr\u00eb, ishim t\u00eb zgjedhur. Disa nuk q\u00eblluan mbi poetin..! <\/p>\n
(Ky tregim i p\u00ebrkthyer n\u00eb shum\u00eb gjuh\u00eb ju kushtohet t\u00eb gjithe poeteve dhe shkrimtar\u00ebve q\u00eb u ekzekutuan nga diktatura komuniste.
\nSubjekti mb\u00ebshtetet mbi nj\u00eb ngjarje reale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
N\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb trokitje \u00e7izmesh ushtar\u00ebsh, n\u00ebp\u00ebr nat\u00eb vdekja kishte nisur marshimin e saj mbi shpirtra t\u00eb lodhur nga etja p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Po e ekzekutonim si p\u00ebr t\u00eb zhdukur \u00e7do form\u00eb dhe d\u00ebshmi t\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00ebjve t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm,dhe un\u00eb isha aty duke ngrohur hekurin e ftoht\u00eb t\u00eb arm\u00ebs me shpirtin q\u00eb kishte acar nga […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":10304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-10303","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-kulture"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10305,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10303\/revisions\/10305"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}