Kthim n\u00eb koh\u00eb…<\/p>\n
– [ ] V\u00ebllai, Doktor Polikroni, u nda nga jeta sot n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes. ( 10 mars 2018.)<\/p>\n
Nes\u00ebr b\u00ebhet varrimi. N\u00eb dark\u00eb von u ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb ishte arratisir gjumi. \u00c7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj?<\/p>\n
T\u00eb qaj?
\nNuk m\u00eb sheh. <\/p>\n
T\u00eb lutem? Nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjon. <\/p>\n
T\u00eb shpresoj se mund t\u00eb rikthehet? Ai ishte i sh\u00ebnjt\u00eb. Por jo Jezusi.<\/p>\n
\u00c7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj? <\/p>\n
Si mund ta mund trishtimin. Dhimbjen. Vetmin\u00eb. M\u00ebrzin\u00eb. Aritmin\u00eb. Stresin. Boshll\u00ebkun. Zbraz\u00ebtin\u00eb. Ngash\u00ebrimin.<\/p>\n
Ku ta k\u00ebrkoj ngush\u00ebllimin? <\/p>\n
Ta provoj me Bibl\u00ebn?
\n\u201cT\u00eb mos trishtohemi q\u00eb na iku. T\u00eb g\u00ebzohemi q\u00eb e pat\u00ebm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Polikroni lindi n\u00eb Mbrezhan-P\u00ebrmet. Viti 1932. <\/p>\n
Babai shofer. Shum\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Gjasht\u00eb djem. Nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. <\/p>\n
Viti 1945. Sa kishte mbaruar lufta. Vend e pa vend, kishin mbetur bomba. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt i zb\u00ebrthenin dhe b\u00ebnin zilka.<\/p>\n
Dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebr t\u00eb Polikronit Ko\u00e7o dhe Simo. 10 dhe 8 vjet. Gjet\u00ebn nj\u00eb bomb\u00eb. <\/p>\n
E mor\u00ebn n\u00eb duar…Bum! …T\u00eb dy u plagos\u00ebn. <\/p>\n
Jetuan nj\u00eb jav\u00eb. <\/p>\n
Polikroni duke q\u00ebn\u00eb 13 vje\u00e7 p\u00ebrjetoi dhimbje dhe tmerr. <\/p>\n
Lot\u00eb dhe klithma t\u00eb mamas\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ndoshta nga ajo jav\u00eb e komb\u00ebshme, i lindi d\u00ebshira p\u00ebr tu sh\u00ebruar dhimbjet f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. <\/p>\n
Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb kjo thjesht\u00eb fantazia ime. Por edhe realitet. <\/p>\n
N\u00eb vitin 1961 u em\u00ebrua pedagog n\u00eb fakultetin e Mjek\u00ebsis\u00eb. E meritonte. Student i shk\u00eblqyer. Punoi tre vjet. <\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb shkoi n\u00eb zyr\u00ebn e Karaman Yllit, rektor i Universitetit t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
-Dua t\u00eb largohem nga fakulteti. Dua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem pediat\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
-Ashtu?-Tha rektori-Shko t\u00eb punosh n\u00eb Kuk\u00ebs…<\/p>\n
-Nuk k\u00ebrkova vend pune. K\u00ebrkova t\u00eb b\u00ebhem doktor p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt…<\/p>\n
Rektori ra n\u00eb mendime. Nj\u00eb jav\u00eb m\u00eb von\u00eb n\u00eb fakultetin e Mjek\u00ebsis\u00eb mbrit\u00ebn dy shkresa: E para shkarkim. E dyta em\u00ebrim n\u00eb poliklinik\u00ebn e Kombinatit…
\n….Shkoll\u00ebn fillore n\u00eb fshat. Pastaj n\u00eb Gjirokast\u00ebr. Nx\u00ebn\u00ebs i shk\u00eblqyer. E thirri drejtori n\u00eb zyr\u00eb:
\n-Urime! T\u00eb dolli burs\u00eb. N\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn pedagogjike!
\nNuk foli. Dolli: Nga zyra. Nga shkolla. Nga Gjirokastra. Mal m\u00eb mal. U ngjit n\u00eb Zagorie. Zbriti n\u00eb Sheper. Eci. Vet\u00ebm. Arriti n\u00eb Malshov\u00eb. Pastaj n\u00eb Mbrezhan. P\u00ebrfundoi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\n-Nga mbive? -Pyeti babai.
\n-M\u00eb than\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhem m\u00ebsues. Dua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem doktor?!
\n… Tre muaj n\u00eb fshat. Me bag\u00ebti. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb babai solli nj\u00eb haber:
\n-\u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb burs\u00eb. N\u00eb Elbasan. Shkoll\u00eb e mesme mjeksore.
\nKur f\u00ebmija \u00ebnd\u00ebrron, dhe mba t\u00eb gjall\u00eb \u00ebndr\u00ebn, universi punon, q\u00eb \u00ebndrra t\u00eb b\u00ebhet realitet.
\nPolikroni mbriti n\u00eb Elbasan. Viti 1948. Kandahar i dit\u00ebve tona. Varf\u00ebri. Pak ushqim p\u00ebr nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit. M\u00eb pak zjarr.
\nFilloi vitin e tret\u00eb. N\u00eb shkoll\u00eb mbriti nj\u00eb mjek rumun. Drejtori i dha si shoq\u00ebrues Polikronin. Shkuan n\u00eb C\u00ebrrik. Peqin. Gramsh. Librazhd. Doktori rumun vizitonte f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Polikroni \u201cvidhte\u201d zanat. Tre muaj bashk\u00eb. T\u00eb kat\u00ebrtin doktori rumun u largua. C\u00ebrriku. Peqini dhe Gramshi nuk kishin pediat\u00ebr. U em\u00ebrua Polikroni. Doktori i vog\u00ebl nisi t\u00eb sh\u00ebroi shok\u00ebt-f\u00ebmij\u00ebt.
\nN\u00eb Elbasan mbriti moda sovjetike. Mbr\u00ebmje vallzimi. U njoh me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Nat\u00ebn. Vjedhurazi. N\u00eb krah t\u00eb njeri tjetrit. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, mes lot\u00ebve, vajza i thot\u00eb
\n-M\u00eb ngacmon djali i gjeneralit. Nuk e dua!
\nMbaroi shkolla. Polikroni \u201cpoqi\u201d letrat p\u00ebr student…Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e thirren n\u00eb deg\u00ebn ushtarake. I qeth\u00ebn kok\u00ebn. E hip\u00ebn n\u00eb makin\u00eb. Me shum\u00eb djem nga Elbasani. Makina ndaloi n\u00eb Milot.
\nE thirri n\u00eb zyr\u00eb komandanti. Ishte p\u00ebrmetar. Mik i babait:
\n-Je futur n\u00eb sinorin e \u201cgjeneralit\u201d. Do jesh ushtar. Tre vjet. B\u00ebn gjilp\u00ebra?
\n-Sh\u00ebroj f\u00ebmij\u00eb….
\nKomandanti e mori me vete. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Kishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. Digjte zjarr. Gruaja e kishte mbuluar me batanije. Ishte behar. Gruaja e veshur zhapone.
\n-Ke vap\u00eb,-pyeti me ironi ushtari.
\n-Po. Miloti ka klim\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb.
\n-Zbulo djalin. Do zhuritet i futur n\u00eb lesh.
\nUshtari sh\u00ebroi djalin. Doli nami. Ushtari sh\u00ebron. Miloti dhe Burreli nuk kishin pediat\u00ebr. Ushtari n\u00eb vend t\u00eb pushk\u00ebs mbante stretoskop…Fshat m\u00eb fshat. Sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb sht\u00ebpi…Ik\u00ebn tre vjet. Erdhi dita. U largua nga kazerma. Por jo nga shok\u00ebt-f\u00ebmij\u00ebt.
\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb hodhi n\u00eb post\u00eb nj\u00eb let\u00ebr. Ankes\u00eb n\u00eb Parti…
\n-Nuk di pse? \u00cbnd\u00ebrroja t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha doktor. U b\u00ebra ushtar…
\nLetra ra n\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb Liri Belishov\u00ebs. N\u00eb at\u00eb mot me shum\u00eb nishane pran\u00eb shokut Enver…E thirr\u00ebn lart…
\nDhe n\u00eb shtator t\u00eb vitit 1957 nisi fakultetin e mjek\u00ebsis\u00eb.
\nN\u00eb fakultet ra n\u00eb sevda me Bafturin\u00eb.
\nViti 1960. Ne jetonim n\u00eb P\u00ebrmet. Ishim shum\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. U hap haberi: Polikroni do marri n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb familjen?!…Shaka… Than\u00eb disa…Ku do i gj\u00ebj\u00eb parat\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ushqyer \u201cskuadr\u00ebn\u201d e Pilo \u00c7el\u00ebs?…I marr\u00eb- than\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb.
\nPor nj\u00eb dit\u00eb pranvere, n\u00eb prag t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb mbriti nj\u00eb ZIS. Makin\u00eb sovjetike. U ngarkua me pla\u00e7ka. Mbi pla\u00e7ka hip\u00ebm ne…Mbrit\u00ebm n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb.
\nPolikroni u martua me Bafturin\u00eb. B\u00ebn\u00eb dy vajza. Mirel\u00ebn dhe Enkel\u00ebn.
\nKorrik 1990. Bafturia po ecte n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn \u201cMyslym Shyri\u201d. Kalon nj\u00eb motorr. Goditi dhe u largua. Baftutia p\u00ebrfundoi n\u00eb spital. Rrojti disa or\u00eb.
\nPolikroni humbi jo vet\u00ebm n\u00ebn\u00ebn e f\u00ebmijeve, por edhe shoqen. Kolegen. Edhe ajo pediatre. Bashk\u00eb bisedoni p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e s\u00ebmure. T\u00eb dy b\u00ebn\u00eb libra \u201cN\u00ebna dhe f\u00ebmija\u201d.
\nBafturia ishte vet\u00eb jeta n\u00eb familje. Ajo \u201cprodhonte\u201d humor. Dashuri. Ajo e \u201ct\u00ebrhiqte\u201d Polikronin n\u00eb kafene. N\u00eb restorante. N\u00eb takime mes mjek\u00ebve.
\nPas Bafturis\u00eb Polikroni i la t\u00eb gjitha.Mbajti tre gj\u00ebra. S\u00eb pari. Dashurin\u00eb p\u00ebr vajzat. Sot njera e martuar dhe jeton n\u00eb Izrael. Tjetra jeton e martuar n\u00eb Prag\u00eb.
\nS\u00eb dyti, dashuri p\u00ebr maman\u00eb (babai vdiq n\u00eb vitin 1968) motrat dhe v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit. S\u00eb treti, dashuri dhe p\u00ebrkushtim p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt…
\n12 mars 2018. Nj\u00eb varr i hapur. N\u00eb krah nj\u00eb arkivol. Fjal\u00ebn e mori Mirela. Thjesht\u00eb. Bukur…
\nArkivoli zbriti. Pas 28 vjet\u00ebve, Polikroni dhe Bafturia do t\u00eb jen\u00eb bashk\u00eb. N\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi. A do ngjitet n\u00eb qiell shpirti i doktorit? Jo dhe jo. Ai do jet\u00eb mes nesh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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