Para tre vitesh kam shkruar p\u00ebr komshiun dhe mikun tim Myrton. Pinim bashk\u00eb kafen e m\u00ebngjezit dhe ndonj\u00eb raki \u201c t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb vet\u00eb\u201d si\u00e7 thoshte kamerieri. \u00cbsht\u00eb ai Myrtua q\u00eb i erdhi djali pas dhjet\u00eb vitesh nga Anglia me gruan dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebn dy vje\u00e7; ndenji tet\u00eb dit\u00eb, por nuk shkoi as p\u00ebr vizit\u00eb te sht\u00ebpia e t\u00eb atit, q\u00eb ishte ende me mobiliet e koh\u00ebs s\u00eb diktatur\u00ebs. Dy gj\u00ebra i ngel\u00ebn peng Myrtos at\u00eb koh\u00eb: Nusja nga fshatrat e Fierit (Laleshka thoshte gjith\u00eb mllef) q\u00eb nuk e la as ta prekte me dor\u00eb nipin e vog\u00ebl dhe ato nj\u00ebqind eurot, q\u00eb ia dha fshehtas plak\u00ebs i biri. Ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb bish\u00eb nga zem\u00ebrimi dhe i ishte betuar s\u00eb shoqes: -Po e kape me dor\u00eb at\u00eb \u201cqin\u00e7e\u201d do t\u00eb ndjek nga sht\u00ebpia!- Me sa m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201cqin\u00e7ja\u201d e euros ishte ende, pas tre vitesh mbi komodin\u00eb. E shoqja kur fshinte pluhurat e merrte e rrotullonte n\u00ebp\u00ebr duar dhe e linte s\u00ebrish atje duke murmuritur: – Nuk kam nge tani n\u00eb pleq\u00ebri t\u00eb merrem me k\u00ebt\u00eb \u201ct\u00eb \u00e7mendurin\u2019 q\u00eb kam p\u00ebr burr\u00eb.- K\u00ebt\u00eb vit, te \u201cDa Capo,\u201d ku s\u00ebrish po gjerbja me nge kafen, dikush m\u00eb kapi nga mbrapa dhe m\u00eb mbylli syt\u00eb me duar
\n-Gjeje, gjeje kush jam ,- thoshte duke qeshur.
\n-Ah, presor, ike dhe ti. Ke filluar t\u00eb \u00e7edosh,- tha m\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb duke qeshur me t\u00eb madhe.
\n-Je Myrtua. T\u00eb gjeta!- thirra nga qejfi, pasi e dallova nga e qeshura.U p\u00ebrqafuam me mall dhe u ul\u00ebm. Kishte ndryshuar shum\u00eb dhe kjo m\u00eb g\u00ebzoi. Pantallonat dhe shapkat dhurat\u00eb nga Kryqi i Kuq nuk i kishte m\u00eb. M\u00eb von\u00eb vura re se \u00e7do kat\u00ebr-pes\u00eb dit\u00eb nd\u00ebrronte rrobat dhe pantallonat e shkurt\u00ebra, q\u00eb i rrinin fare mir\u00eb n\u00eb trupin e tij ende robust t\u00eb nj\u00eb sportisti t\u00eb dikursh\u00ebm. Atletet e kuqe firmato, nuk i hiqte kurr\u00eb nga k\u00ebmba dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste:
\n-M\u00eb tha djali se m\u00eb shkojn\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe, pa p\u00ebr mua le t\u00eb ishin t\u00eb \u00e7do lloj boje.- E b\u00ebnte llogarin\u00eb si dikur p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb gjetur si rast\u00ebsisht por jo gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb linte t\u00eb paguaja kafen dhe at\u00eb teken e vock\u00ebl si dikur, q\u00eb ia donte shpirti sabah-sabah. -Mos na n\u00ebnveft\u00ebso dhe neve,- thoshte, dhe shtonte gjoja i m\u00ebrzitur, – T\u00eb pasur nuk jemi xhan\u00ebm, po ja, ca lek\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb paguar kafen i kemi sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u turp\u00ebruar me shok\u00ebt e miqt\u00eb.- Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb b\u00ebnim muhabet nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i vog\u00ebl rreth 4-5 vje\u00e7 nuk i ndahej duke e mbajtur nga dora. I b\u00ebra shenj\u00eb nga vog\u00eblushi q\u00eb po m\u00eb shihte gjith\u00eb kureshtje.
\n-\u00cbsht\u00eb nipi im po nuk di shqip,- Ka nja dy jav\u00eb q\u00eb e kam prur\u00eb k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri dhe e mbaj un\u00eb me plak\u00ebn.
\n-Nuk t\u00eb kuptoj!
\n-Po \u00e7\u2019do kuptosh o komandant? Nuk kishin si ta mbanin se im bir punonte larg dhe vinte vet\u00ebm fundjavave n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Laleshka, e \u00ebma, punonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb byrektore te disa kuksian\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb turni i tret\u00eb. E merrte n\u00eb dy t\u00eb nat\u00ebs dhe e linte turnin n\u00eb dhjet\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebngjezit. Kur kthehej nga puna e zinte gjumi sa hapte der\u00ebn. Lere mos e nga, si ajo pun\u00eb. Erdhi vet djali q\u00eb na mori se un\u00eb as nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb anglisht nuk di. Na thirr\u00ebn me plak\u00ebn gjoja si turist\u00eb por shpejt e kuptova q\u00eb puna ishte te nipi. M\u00eb erdhi keq dhe thash\u00eb t\u00eb rrim\u00eb ca e t\u2019i ndihmojm\u00eb. Po ky i uruar nuk dinte asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb shqipe se laleshka nuk do q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoj\u00eb shqip: ka n\u00ebnshtet\u00ebsi angleze thoshte. Pas tre muaj burg n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, se burg ishte p\u00ebr mua, i thash\u00eb plak\u00ebs: -Ti po deshe rri, un\u00eb t\u00eb do iki! Erdhi dhe ajo e shkreta me mua. Na vinte keq p\u00ebr nipin po nuk ishte p\u00ebr ne Anglia. U b\u00ebra derr. M\u00eb mori malli p\u00ebr gur\u00ebt e drur\u00ebt si i thon\u00eb nj\u00eb llafi. Po deshe m\u00eb beso por e kam puthur nj\u00ebqind her\u00eb at\u00eb der\u00ebn shtr\u00ebmbaluqe prej llamarine t\u00eb oborrit t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Kur i hoqa shulin dhe e l\u00ebviza, krik\u00ebllitja e menteshave t\u00eb ndryshkura mu duk si muzik\u00eb. Qava kur hyra brenda. Jo ore byrazer nuk ka si vendi yt, si toka jote. Ore m\u00eb mori malli edhe p\u00ebr ferrat e ba\u00e7\u00ebs, q\u00eb kam dyzet vjet, i shkul e ato s\u00ebrish mbijn\u00eb. E vetmja zgjidhje ishte t\u00eb merrnim djalin me vete n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. K\u00ebnaqet i varf\u00ebri, e vjen pas meje e pas plak\u00ebs si manar. M\u00eb ka pjell belaja se nuk di shqip dhe kalamajt\u00eb e lagjes nuk kan\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb pista pa ia m\u00ebsuar. Bela e madhe p\u00ebr zotin! Ca fjal\u00eb i ka m\u00ebsuar. Ajo Laleshka ( ma at\u00eb e kishte gjith\u00eb mllefin jo me t\u00eb birin) q\u00eb ka shkuar me nj\u00eb fustan e nj\u00eb pal\u00eb brek\u00eb n\u00eb Angli, le t\u00eb plas\u00eb po t\u00eb doj\u00eb. Edhe nj\u00eb strof\u00eb nga vjersha e Naimi Frash\u00ebrit, ia kam m\u00ebsuar.
\n-O Klevis, ajde k\u00ebtu af\u00ebr t\u00eb keqen gjyshi! Thuaja at\u00eb vjersh\u00ebn q\u00eb t\u00eb kam m\u00ebsuar, k\u00ebtij shokut tim.- Djali u step pak pastaj filloi me nj\u00eb shqipe t\u00eb ngat\u00ebrruar:
\n-M\u00ebm\u00ebl(dhe) quhet toka
\n– Ku m\u00eb ka l(r)\u00ebnur\u00eb koka
\n-Ku kam dashur m\u00ebm\u00eb e at\u00eb
\n-Ku m\u00eb njeh dhe gul(r) i that\u00eb!
\nSapo mbaroi mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe pa Myrton gjith\u00eb krenari.
\n-E shikon o kamandant? Ia kam m\u00ebsuar vet\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb. O e b\u00ebj shqiptar un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, o mos m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00e7in Myrto!
\n-E b\u00ebn ti Myrto, e b\u00ebn,- i thash\u00eb. -Ti e do vendin t\u00ebnd dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb Skel\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb dashur.
\n-Skela ka qen\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrpara, tani k\u00ebtu nuk e merr vesh qeni t\u00eb zontin. Le q\u00eb beton i gjall\u00eb nga do t\u00eb hedh\u00ebsh syt\u00eb. Shyqur kemi detin e \u00e7mallemi me t\u00eb.
\n-T\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj nj\u00eb v\u00ebrejtje t\u00eb vog\u00ebl o Myrto, po aman mos t\u00eb t\u00eb ngelet qejfi!
\n-Nga ty? P\u00ebr kok\u00ebn t\u00ebnde o presor, \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb ai llaf?
\n-Ajo vjersha shum\u00eb e bukur q\u00eb recitoi nipi nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e Naim Frash\u00ebrit por e \u00c7ajupit. Pastaj djali nuk ka lindur n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. M\u00ebsoja t\u00ebt biri at\u00eb. Gjej ndonj\u00eb vjersh\u00eb tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr p\u00ebr gjuh\u00ebn shqipe, nga Naim Frash\u00ebri.
\n-M\u00eb hape pun\u00eb tani. Do m\u00eb jap\u00ebsh koh\u00eb nj\u00eb jav\u00eb dhe t\u00eb shikosh se \u00e7far\u00eb kam p\u00ebr t\u2019i m\u00ebsuar.- Nj\u00eb jav\u00eb m\u00eb von\u00eb atje n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb Kula\u00e7it (rrethrrotullimit) t\u00eb Skel\u00ebs, t\u00eb Kafeneja e zakonshme, Myrtua kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb priste. Kishe veshur k\u00ebmish\u00eb me m\u00ebng\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebra, me nj\u00eb palm\u00eb jeshile n\u00eb gjoks dhe lule shm\u00ebngjyr\u00ebshe anash, pantallona ngjyr\u00eb tulle gjith\u00eb xhepa dhe atletet e kuqe, dhurata nga i biri.
\n-Po hajde o presor se na thave syt\u00eb! Kemi gjith\u00eb m\u00ebngjesin q\u00eb presim. Nipi do t\u00eb t\u00eb thot\u00eb vjersh\u00ebn e Naimit.
\n-N\u00eb dhjet\u00eb e gjysm\u00eb e lam\u00eb! Mos m\u00eb nxirr boj\u00ebn para nipit,- ia ktheva po me shaka. Sapo un\u00eb u ula nipi me q\u00ebndrim gatitu filloi:
\nGjuh\u00ebn e m\u00ebm\u00ebdheut m\u00ebso!
\nAjo mund t\u00eb t\u00eb ndritonj\u00eb.
\n Edhe t\u00eb tjera ti k\u00ebndo!
\nPo at\u00eb ta kesh p\u00ebr zonj\u00eb.
\nSapo vog\u00eblushi mbaroi vjersh\u00ebn e rroka fort, e putha n\u00eb faqe, dhe i thash\u00eb i p\u00ebrlotur: -Bravo Klevis, t\u00eb lumt\u00eb! Je nj\u00eb shqiptar i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb dhe gjyshi jot \u00ebsht\u00eb patrioti m\u00eb i madh n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb Skel\u00ebn.- Myrtos iu b\u00eb qejfi sa nuk thuhet dhe murmuriti i lumtur:
\n-Po ja o presor p\u00ebrpiqem me aq sa di. Un\u00eb nuk kam b\u00ebr\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, po Klevisi nuk ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb Angli pa m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb flas\u00eb shqip. Djalin e kam v\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb be: N\u00ebse nuk flisni vet\u00ebm shqip me nipin, mos m\u00eb shkelni n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ti dhe ajo laleshka jote, q\u00eb p\u00ebrmirte n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb gj\u00ebmbit kur erdh\u00ebt n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. E pash\u00eb me syt\u00eb e mi: Kurrizi i dilte n\u00eb byrektore, te kuksian\u00ebt, atje n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr.- Ciku got\u00ebn e rakis\u00eb me timen dhe p\u00ebrfundoi: Hajde se m\u00eb mir\u00eb do b\u00ebhet! Po ja do vuajm\u00eb edhe ca koh\u00eb se me \u00e7\u2019duken bath\u00ebt\u2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Para tre vitesh kam shkruar p\u00ebr komshiun dhe mikun tim Myrton. Pinim bashk\u00eb kafen e m\u00ebngjezit dhe ndonj\u00eb raki \u201c t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb vet\u00eb\u201d si\u00e7 thoshte kamerieri. \u00cbsht\u00eb ai Myrtua q\u00eb i erdhi djali pas dhjet\u00eb vitesh nga Anglia me gruan dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebn dy vje\u00e7; ndenji tet\u00eb dit\u00eb, por nuk shkoi as p\u00ebr vizit\u00eb te sht\u00ebpia […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":85468,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-85467","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-te-tjera"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85467","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=85467"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85467\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":85469,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85467\/revisions\/85469"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/85468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=85467"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=85467"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=85467"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}