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\nJa si e p\u00ebrshkruan rastin destora.com<\/p>\n
I shokuar babai q\u00eb humbi f\u00ebmij\u00ebn n\u00eb sportet ujore n\u00eb Mykonos Panagiotis Paschalakis, babai i 10-vje\u00e7arit Michael, i cili u vra n\u00eb ver\u00ebn e vitit 2014 n\u00eb Mykonos teksa lundronte me nj\u00eb banane t\u00eb fryr\u00eb.
\nAi krijoi organizat\u00ebn Safe Water Sports n\u00eb kujtim t\u00eb tij, shkroi nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr p\u00ebr djalin e tij. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb ditar mendimesh p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb humbur dhe gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb ndjen p\u00ebr humbjen e tij<\/p>\n
Libri “Michael. Engj\u00ebjt kan\u00eb krah\u00eb” do t\u00eb publikohet n\u00eb fillim t\u00eb n\u00ebntorit nga botimet Pataki. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim i thell\u00eb i babait, i cili nisi pak dit\u00eb pas vdekjes s\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebs pas k\u00ebshill\u00ebs s\u00eb nj\u00eb psikologeje. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb vit t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb ai shkroi pa pushim. Nuk mund ta imagjinoni sa d\u00ebshp\u00ebrim dhe sa guxim, sa dob\u00ebsi dhe sa forc\u00eb fshehin faqet e tij. Do t\u00eb tronditeni. Nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr plot me mendimet, ndjenjat e mia, pik\u00ebrisht ashtu si\u00e7 lindin n\u00eb mendjen dhe shpirtin tim n\u00eb \u00e7do moment. \u00cbsht\u00eb ajo q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe nuk dua t’i v\u00eb asnj\u00eb titull. Jam un\u00eb q\u00eb kam dhimbje torturuese dhe dua t\u00eb b\u00ebrtas, por nuk mundem, sepse askush nuk do ta ndjej\u00eb at\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n
“Ti m\u00eb m\u00ebsove m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa mund t\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoja ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. Ke arritur t\u00eb na shkund\u00ebsh, t\u00eb na nxjerr\u00ebsh nga letargjia q\u00eb po jetonim. Na b\u00ebj t\u00eb shikojm\u00eb pak m\u00eb thell\u00eb brenda vetes. P\u00ebr t\u00eb ndryshuar prioritetet dhe vlerat. T\u00eb b\u00ebhemi m\u00eb njer\u00ebzor\u00eb, m\u00eb pak egoist\u00eb… Tani nuk kam m\u00eb frik\u00eb nga vdekja sepse e di q\u00eb do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ai momenti kur do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj s\u00ebrish n\u00eb krah\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit q\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn kam pritur. p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn kur do t\u00eb jemi s\u00ebrish bashk\u00eb. Babai yt”<\/p>\n
Minutat e para m\u00ebson p\u00ebr vdekjen e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs s\u00eb tij \u201cDua t\u00eb zhdukem nga kjo bot\u00eb. Un\u00eb dua t\u00eb jem aty ku \u00ebsht\u00eb djali im tani. Dua t\u00eb shkoj me t\u00eb… E ndjeva q\u00eb n\u00eb momentin e par\u00eb kur v\u00ebllai u p\u00ebrkul n\u00eb vesh, m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi fort dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti fraz\u00ebn \u201cPanagioti… Majk\u00eblli ka vdekur…\u201d. I ulur n\u00eb r\u00ebr\u00eb, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebnoja njer\u00ebzore e gjall\u00eb, u p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb kuptoja goditjen d\u00ebrrmuese t\u00eb fatit q\u00eb sapo kisha marr\u00eb.
\nFrym\u00ebmarrja m\u00eb ishte e r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Nj\u00eb moment je gjall\u00eb, tjetrin pik\u00ebrisht nj\u00eb i vdekur i gjall\u00eb. Po qaja pa pushim. “Dua t’i jap fund \u00e7do gj\u00ebje,” mendova. Jeta nuk ka m\u00eb kuptim. Un\u00eb dua t\u00eb gjej f\u00ebmij\u00ebn tim. Tani! Nuk mund t\u00eb pres m\u00eb. Tmerr. Nj\u00eb tmerr i pamas\u00eb m\u00eb tronditi. Nuk doja ta besoja. F\u00ebmija im, q\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes qeshte pran\u00eb meje, q\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes m\u00eb puthte dhe m\u00eb thoshte \u201cmir\u00ebm\u00ebngjes\u201d nuk ishte m\u00eb me mua.
\nSi u kthyem n\u00eb Athin\u00eb, si shkova n\u00eb varrimin e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs tim, si kaluan nj\u00ebzet e kat\u00ebr or\u00ebt e para, nuk mund ta them. Tronditja e nj\u00eb ngjarje t\u00eb till\u00eb traumatike e thyen mendjen. Ngarkesa emocionale negative e akumuluar k\u00ebshtu papritur shkakton amnezi. Qet\u00ebsuesit q\u00eb merrja ishin aq t\u00eb shumta saq\u00eb funksionet e trurit m\u00eb ishin pothuajse pezulluar\u201d.<\/p>\n
“Sht\u00ebpia \u00ebsht\u00eb bosh pa pranin\u00eb e tij, bota \u00ebsht\u00eb e heshtur pa z\u00ebrin e tij.” Jeta ime pa kuptim e megjithat\u00eb vazhdoj t\u00eb jetoj. Jeta vazhdon p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7 tij. Vet\u00ebm Michael do t\u00eb mbetet p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht dhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7. Ai q\u00eb mati gjithmon\u00eb diferenc\u00ebn ton\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, luante loj\u00ebra dhe pyeti: \u201cBabi, sa vje\u00e7 do t\u00eb jesh kur t\u00eb b\u00ebhem nj\u00ebzet? Sa vje\u00e7 do t\u00eb jesh kur t\u00eb jem tridhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb? Do b\u00ebhesh gjysh pastaj, a?\u201d, m\u00eb tha. Ai nuk e imagjinonte dhe as un\u00eb, natyrisht, se kjo nuk do t\u00eb ndodhte kurr\u00eb. Se un\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhem, ndoshta, gjysh, por ai nuk do t\u00eb jet\u00eb kurr\u00eb tridhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb…<\/p>\n
K\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebngjes u zgjova p\u00ebrs\u00ebri i p\u00ebrmbytur nga kujtimet. P\u00ebrpara meje kalonin dhjet\u00ebra imazhe nga udh\u00ebtimet q\u00eb b\u00ebnim bashk\u00eb, nga loj\u00ebrat me miqt\u00eb e tij. Mendja ime mb\u00ebrtheu tek nj\u00eb nga viti i kaluar kur Michael m\u00eb kartoi n\u00eb pist\u00ebn n\u00eb Mykonos. Ai kishte arritur n\u00eb vij\u00ebn e finishit me duart lart. Fitues. Ai ishte gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb fitues. Kudo. P\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka. Ai humbi vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb betej\u00eb dhe ajo ishte beteja me vdekjen. Vet\u00ebm ai mundi ta mposht\u00eb… Ngrihem nga krevati dhe shikoj hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn rreth meje, dhom\u00ebn time. Sa do t\u00eb doja q\u00eb Michael t\u00eb hynte, si\u00e7 b\u00ebn zakonisht t\u00eb dielave dhe festave, dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte: “Babi, zgjohu, eja lart. Un\u00eb jam zgjuar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb tani dhe jam duke pritur p\u00ebr ju”
\nHer\u00eb kur ndodhte kjo m\u00eb vinte inat, her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera i p\u00ebrgjigjesha gjysm\u00eb n\u00eb gjum\u00eb: \u201cDjali im, m\u00eb l\u00ebr t\u00eb fle edhe pak, vet\u00ebm pak dhe pastaj do t\u00eb ngjitem lart me ty. Dhe bebi im, pa u menduar, b\u00ebri at\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebrkova. Prisni me durim. Tani shikoj der\u00ebn e dhom\u00ebs s\u00eb gjumit dhe qaj. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb e pal\u00ebvizshme. Q\u00ebndron aty p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb kujtuar se ajo q\u00eb po mendoj nuk do t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Michael nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb gjall\u00eb. I them vetes q\u00eb t\u00eb vij\u00eb n\u00eb vete. Michael nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb gjall\u00eb. I them vetes q\u00eb t\u00eb vij\u00eb n\u00eb vete. Kam frik\u00eb nga kjo lidhje me t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn, \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Kam frik\u00eb se \u00ebsht\u00eb hajati i \u00e7menduris\u00eb. Q\u00ebndrimi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb pa krye, po m\u00eb l\u00ebndon dhe nuk m\u00eb ndihmon t\u00eb eci p\u00ebrpara. Por nuk jam i interesuar. Dua t\u00eb shuaj t\u00eb gjitha shqisat e mia, dua t\u00eb p\u00ebrpiqem t\u00eb largohem nga bota ku jetoj. Nuk dua q\u00eb trupi im t\u00eb ket\u00eb nevoja.
\nNuk dua t\u00eb m\u00eb interesoj\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb rroba do t\u00eb vesh, n\u00ebse jam e past\u00ebr, n\u00ebse kam er\u00eb djerse, n\u00ebse flok\u00ebt i kam t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe kam nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb prerje flok\u00ebsh. Dua t’i p\u00ebrkushtohem dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb kam humbur, t\u00eb fundosem dhe t\u00eb humbas n\u00eb ndjenj\u00ebn e humbjes\u201d. Goditjet e fatit \u201cDjali im i par\u00eb, v\u00ebllai binjak i Michael, nd\u00ebrroi jet\u00eb pes\u00eb nj\u00ebzet e kat\u00ebr or\u00eb pas dit\u00ebs kur g\u00ebzimi i past\u00ebr i lindjes s\u00eb tyre kishte v\u00ebrshuar zemrat tona. M\u00eb kujtohet dita e varrimit t\u00eb tij. Q\u00ebndrova vet\u00ebm, p\u00ebrball\u00eb arkivolit t\u00eb tij. Kisha k\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb askush t\u00eb mos vinte. E shoq\u00ebrova n\u00eb banes\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb fundit dhe pyesja veten pse Zoti m\u00eb kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sprov\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Nuk dua t\u00eb m\u00eb interesoj\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb rroba do t\u00eb vesh, n\u00ebse jam e past\u00ebr, n\u00ebse kam er\u00eb djerse, n\u00ebse flok\u00ebt i kam t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe kam nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb prerje flok\u00ebsh. Dua t’i p\u00ebrkushtohem dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb kam humbur, t\u00eb fundosem dhe t\u00eb humbas n\u00eb ndjenj\u00ebn e humbjes\u201d. Goditjet e fatit \u201cDjali im i par\u00eb, v\u00ebllai binjak i Michael, nd\u00ebrroi jet\u00eb pes\u00eb nj\u00ebzet e kat\u00ebr or\u00eb pas dit\u00ebs kur g\u00ebzimi i past\u00ebr i lindjes s\u00eb tyre kishte v\u00ebrshuar zemrat tona. M\u00eb kujtohet dita e varrimit t\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n
Q\u00ebndrova vet\u00ebm, p\u00ebrball\u00eb arkivolit t\u00eb tij. Kisha k\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb askush t\u00eb mos vinte. E shoq\u00ebrova n\u00eb banes\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb fundit dhe pyesja veten pse Zoti m\u00eb kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sprov\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. Kur humba v\u00ebllain binjak t\u00eb Majk\u00ebllit, varrosa dhurat\u00ebn time t\u00eb at\u00ebhershme, por kur humba Majk\u00ebllin, varrosa t\u00eb ardhmen dhe \u00ebndrrat e mia… Hapat e mi m\u00eb \u00e7uan verb\u00ebrisht n\u00eb varr, n\u00eb vendin ku pash\u00eb p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb fundit fytyr\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl. K\u00ebt\u00eb imazh nuk do t\u00eb mund ta heq kurr\u00eb nga mendja. Nuk ka makth m\u00eb t\u00eb keq se sa t\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh fytyr\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs t\u00ebnd t\u00eb qet\u00eb, t\u00eb ngrir\u00eb, pa shprehje, trupin e panjollosur dhe t\u00eb mbuluar me lule.<\/p>\n
Michael im, f\u00ebmija q\u00eb ishte jeta ime, drita ime, lumturia ime, kuptimi i jet\u00ebs sime… Kur e mendoj atje pa l\u00ebvizur, kujtimet \u00e7menden brenda meje. Ashtu si kuajt e zhveshur, m\u00eb sjellin n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb imazhe t\u00eb fresk\u00ebta t\u00eb vitalitetit t\u00eb tij, rrokullisjes s\u00eb tij t\u00eb vazhdueshme, l\u00ebvizjeve t\u00eb tij, pjerr\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb tij t\u00eb pal\u00ebvizshme… Nj\u00eb lum\u00eb lot\u00ebsh m\u00eb rridhte n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb. Trupi m\u00eb dridhej, m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngohej, sikur nj\u00eb forc\u00eb e padukshme po p\u00ebrpiqej t\u00eb m\u00eb mb\u00ebshtillte. Un\u00eb po reagoja, duke luftuar dhimbjen q\u00eb m\u00eb digjte brenda.<\/p>\n
Me gishta shtypa syt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndalur t\u00eb qar\u00ebn, i nervozuar godita k\u00ebmb\u00ebn n\u00eb tok\u00eb. Nuk isha m\u00eb trup. Pjes\u00eb ve\u00e7 e ve\u00e7 vet\u00eb. Duart, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, stomaku, kockat. Secili e ka jetuar dhimbjen n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e vet… Babai mendoi t\u00eb largohej nga zw N\u00eb fillim – tani mund t\u00eb rr\u00ebfej pa frik\u00eb – m\u00eb kaloi n\u00eb mendje ideja e largimit. Mbaj mend q\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb e shtun\u00eb, dhe un\u00eb isha shtrir\u00eb n\u00eb shtrat me gruan time. Pa gjum\u00eb, i rraskapitur, i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar. Pran\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit por shum\u00eb vet\u00ebm. Shpirti yn\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb rr\u00ebnim emocional. Dhimbja dukej e pakap\u00ebrcyeshme dhe jeta q\u00eb kishim dukej krejt\u00ebsisht e kot\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Gruaja ime me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb dhe t\u00eb qet\u00eb m\u00eb sugjeroi t\u00eb gjeja nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb pa dhimbje, t\u00eb leht\u00eb p\u00ebr t’i dh\u00ebn\u00eb fund gjith\u00eb k\u00ebsaj… Ishte nj\u00eb moment kur vdekja dukej si nj\u00eb zgjidhje, guxoj t\u00eb them sh\u00eblbimi, d\u00ebshira jon\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar. ishte thar\u00eb…\u201d. Ardhja e lejlekut solli s\u00ebrish buz\u00ebqeshje n\u00eb familje Panagiotis Paschalakis nxori n\u00eb gjyq p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsit p\u00ebr vdekjen e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs s\u00eb tij dhe mori frym\u00eb me lindjen e dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebve: \u201cZ\u00ebri i doktorit m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb dridhem. \u201cUrime\u201d, m\u00eb tha. Analizat treguan se gruaja juaj \u00ebsht\u00eb shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb.<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrpjekja ekstrakorporale ishte e suksesshme. Urime s\u00ebrish\u201d. Lajmi m\u00eb befasoi. Me t\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar k\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb ri, ngriva. Sikleti m\u00eb pushtoi. U p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb kuptoja se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur sakt\u00ebsisht. Nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr situat\u00eb e paprecedent\u00eb u shfaq para meje. Mendja ime u kthye menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb, rreth dhjet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur i nj\u00ebjti lajm m\u00eb ndri\u00e7oi fytyr\u00ebn… A mund t\u00eb bashk\u00ebjetoj\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb drita me err\u00ebsir\u00ebn? Sigurisht jo n\u00eb natyr\u00eb. Por n\u00eb shpirtin tim po. Un\u00eb jam duke ecur vet\u00ebm n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb dit\u00eb pasi f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi erdh\u00ebn n\u00eb bot\u00eb. Mbitensioni ka r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe. Si ishte jeta ime nj\u00eb vit m\u00eb par\u00eb, si doli, ku jam tani.<\/p>\n
Po qaj dhe nuk e di pse. A jan\u00eb lot g\u00ebzimi? A \u00ebsht\u00eb shp\u00ebrthimi i presionit t\u00eb madh q\u00eb muaj t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb mbytjeje nuk mund t\u00eb gjejn\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00ebdalje prej meje? Mos vall\u00eb m\u00eb mungon Michael paduruesh\u00ebm \u00e7do moment? A jan\u00eb k\u00ebto t\u00eb gjitha bashk\u00eb? Pyes veten se si arrita k\u00ebtu. Cila forc\u00eb e padukshme m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi? M\u00eb duket e pabesueshme q\u00eb e b\u00ebra vet\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cF\u00ebmija im i dashur… Me ndihm\u00ebn e Zotit dhe forc\u00ebn q\u00eb na dhat\u00eb, ne rind\u00ebrtuam familjen ton\u00eb, rind\u00ebrtuam jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb nga hiri…\u201d Gjithmon\u00eb keni th\u00ebn\u00eb se gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb ju nevojitet ishte nj\u00eb v\u00eblla i vog\u00ebl. Kishit t\u00eb drejt\u00eb dhe e dija shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. Nuk arrita t’ju them kurr\u00eb se edhe v\u00ebllai juaj ka nd\u00ebrruar jet\u00eb disa dit\u00eb pasi keni lindur. Tani jam i sigurt se ai \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri me ju. E di q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb d\u00ebshira juaj q\u00eb dit\u00ebt tona t\u00eb mbushen s\u00ebrish me z\u00ebrat, t\u00eb qeshura dhe g\u00ebzimet e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve.
\nQoft\u00eb ardhja e v\u00ebllez\u00ebrve tuaj t\u00eb rinj n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb arsye q\u00eb lumturia dhe paqja t\u00eb shk\u00eblqej\u00eb s\u00ebrish n\u00eb fytyrat tona. Natyrisht, dhimbja p\u00ebr ju nuk do t\u00eb largohet kurr\u00eb nga shpirti yn\u00eb. Ti je nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e pandashme e jona kudo q\u00eb jemi… M\u00eb m\u00ebsove m\u00eb shum\u00eb se \u00e7’mund t\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoja ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. Ke arritur t\u00eb na shkund\u00ebsh, t\u00eb na nxjerr\u00ebsh nga letargjia q\u00eb po jetonim.
\nNa b\u00ebj t\u00eb shikojm\u00eb pak m\u00eb thell\u00eb brenda vetes. P\u00ebr t\u00eb ndryshuar prioritetet dhe vlerat. T\u00eb b\u00ebhemi m\u00eb njer\u00ebzor\u00eb, m\u00eb pak egoist\u00eb… Tani nuk kam m\u00eb frik\u00eb nga vdekja sepse e di q\u00eb do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ai momenti kur do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj s\u00ebrish n\u00eb krah\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebrit q\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn kam pritur. p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn kur do t\u00eb jemi s\u00ebrish bashk\u00eb. Babai yt”.<\/p>\n
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