E kam menduar shum\u00eb her\u00eb me veten: \u00c7far\u00eb m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb njeri t\u00eb lir\u00eb? I kam dh\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje t\u00eb ndryshme k\u00ebsaj pyetjeje n\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme, por gjithnj\u00eb duke mbetur t\u00eb bindja e hershme se njeriu lind me lirin\u00eb e tij. Tjet\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebdija e liris\u00eb, guximi p\u00ebr ta mbrojtur lirin\u00eb tende gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuar. Ne jemi rritur n\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb keqe p\u00ebr lirin\u00eb, n\u00ebn nj\u00eb diktatur\u00eb nga m\u00eb t\u00eb egrat e imagjinueshme. E megjithat\u00eb them se kam qen\u00eb njeri i lir\u00eb. Pik\u00ebrisht p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb kam shkruar dhe nj\u00eb tregim me titullin “Idioti udh\u00ebton p\u00ebr Amerik\u00eb”.
\nK\u00ebrc\u00ebnimit m\u00eb t\u00eb madh t\u00eb liris\u00eb n\u00eb rinin\u00eb time i b\u00ebra ball\u00eb me iden\u00eb e arratisjes.
\nN\u00eb momentet kur qendroja para hartave, un\u00eb nuk mund ta kuptoja se p\u00ebrse un\u00eb nuk mund ta shkelja nj\u00eb vend, vet\u00ebm pse atje jetonte nj\u00eb popull tjet\u00ebr, i p\u00ebrkiste nj\u00eb shteti tjet\u00ebr.
\nToka \u00ebsht\u00eb e njeriut, jo e qeverive apo diktator\u00ebve q\u00eb ngrejn\u00eb gardhe, mure t\u00eb pakalueshme.
\nIdeja e arratisjes tek un\u00eb ka qen\u00eb shum\u00eb e hershme edhe pse nuk u arratisa kurr\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb sekret q\u00eb m\u00eb sillte ngaz\u00ebllim, m\u00eb zbulonte mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb pafundme. Ajo m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t’i qendoja larg realitetit, t\u00eb mos i kushtoja asnj\u00eb kujdes karrier\u00ebs time t\u00eb ardhme n\u00eb vendin ku jetoja. Jetoja me vet\u00ebn time dhe p\u00ebr veten time.
\nM\u00eb kujtohet ankthi dhe tundimi i nj\u00eb dite tetori, nd\u00ebrsa rrija n\u00eb bregun e k\u00ebtejm\u00eb t\u00eb Bun\u00ebs. N\u00eb bregun tjet\u00ebr gjendej nj\u00eb kish\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr, e braktisur m\u00eb dukej, nd\u00ebrsa k\u00ebtej kishat ishin rrafshuar. Mjafton t\u00eb notoje nj\u00ebqind metra dhe gjend\u00ebshe p\u00ebrtej kufirit, n\u00eb bot\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, t\u00eb mistershme dhe t\u00eb panjohur. Pak me tutje mbi bregun e ngritur rrinin duke u ngrohur n\u00eb diell tre ushtar\u00eb, rojt\u00ebs t\u00eb kufirit, t\u00eb qet\u00eb, t\u00eb qeshur, lozanjar\u00eb. Dhe ta mendosh se ata djem mund t\u00eb shnd\u00ebrrohehsin n\u00eb vras\u00ebs t\u00eb pam\u00ebshirsh\u00ebm, sapo dikush t\u00eb provonte t\u00eb hidhej n\u00eb uj\u00eb n\u00eb tentativ\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mb\u00ebrritur bregun tjet\u00ebr, bregun e huaj. B\u00ebnte shum\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, toka rrotull kishte ngrir\u00eb. Un\u00eb ngrohesha me iden\u00eb se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do ta kaloja k\u00ebt\u00eb kufi, gjall\u00eb a vdekur.
\nU ktheva prap\u00eb t\u00eb puna e detyruar, xhveshja e misrit, me nj\u00eb ngaz\u00ebllim q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte pushtuar shpirtin, i ngjash\u00ebm me ngaz\u00ebllimin e dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb timen e ndava m\u00eb von\u00eb me mikun tim Noc Ded\u00ebn (Sht\u00ebpin\u00eb) dhe p\u00ebr shum\u00eb vite, me or\u00eb e net t\u00eb t\u00ebra diskutonim iden\u00eb ton\u00eb t\u00eb arratisjes, thurnim plane pas planesh, t\u00eb bindur se nuk kishim rrug\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Ajo q\u00eb na ndaloi, pasi mor\u00ebm diplomat universitare, ishte gjyshi im i s\u00ebmur\u00eb. I premtova Nocit se kur gjyshi t\u00eb mos ishte m\u00eb gjall\u00eb, un\u00eb do t\u00eb arratisesha s\u00eb bashku me t\u00eb n\u00eb vjesht\u00ebn e par\u00eb. E doja aq shum\u00eb tim gjysh sa nuk mund ta braktisja n\u00eb asnj\u00eb rrethan\u00eb.
\nKur ai u nda nga kjo jet\u00eb, nj\u00eb vit m\u00eb von\u00eb miku im u arratis, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb mbeta k\u00ebtu, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u arratisur m\u00eb kurr\u00eb, se kufijt\u00eb ran\u00eb dhe n\u00eb nj\u00eb far\u00eb m\u00ebnyre lirit\u00eb politike u vendos\u00ebn. Arratisja nuk kishte m\u00eb kuptim.
\nPor instinkti i liris\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu po e quaj, nuk funksionon vet\u00ebm n\u00eb nj\u00eb drejtim. Ka plot njer\u00ebz jo t\u00eb lir\u00eb n\u00eb shoq\u00ebrit\u00eb e lira. Un\u00eb them se kam qen\u00eb dhe jam njeri i lir\u00eb, duke paguar p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7mim t\u00eb vazhduesh\u00ebm. Kostoja e liris\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e r\u00ebnd\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do koh\u00eb e n\u00eb \u00e7do shoq\u00ebri, por vet\u00ebm ndjesia e liris\u00eb e b\u00ebn k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb jetueshme.<\/p>\n
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E kam menduar shum\u00eb her\u00eb me veten: \u00c7far\u00eb m\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb njeri t\u00eb lir\u00eb? I kam dh\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje t\u00eb ndryshme k\u00ebsaj pyetjeje n\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme, por gjithnj\u00eb duke mbetur t\u00eb bindja e hershme se njeriu lind me lirin\u00eb e tij. Tjet\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebdija e liris\u00eb, guximi p\u00ebr ta mbrojtur lirin\u00eb tende gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuar. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":12603,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-12602","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-opinione"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12602","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=12602"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12606,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12602\/revisions\/12606"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12603"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}