Ai ishte rezultat i nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnieje t\u00eb kaluar p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ajo nuk m\u00eb kishte treguar kurr\u00eb \u2013 nj\u00eb histori dashurie q\u00eb e mbajti n\u00eb heshtje, nj\u00eb shtatz\u00ebni q\u00eb e p\u00ebrballoi pa mb\u00ebshtetje.<\/p>\n
Kur u martova me t\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 26 vje\u00e7, e admirova. Ishte nj\u00eb grua e fort\u00eb q\u00eb rriste nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb e vetme.<\/p>\n
I thash\u00eb vetes: \u201cE pranoj at\u00eb, dhe e pranoj edhe djalin e saj.\u201d Por dashuria pa sinqeritet\u2026 nuk zgjat.
\nU kujdesa p\u00ebr djalin, po \u2013 por jo nga dashuria e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Ishte nga detyra. Asgj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Kur ajo vdiq, gjith\u00e7ka u shemb.
\nNuk kishte m\u00eb asgj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb mbante.<\/p>\n
Nuk kishte arsye ta mbaja n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time.
\nAi ishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i qet\u00eb. Respektues. Por gjithmon\u00eb i distancuar.<\/p>\n
Ai e dinte \u2013 thell\u00eb- thell\u00eb \u2013 se un\u00eb nuk e kisha dashur kurr\u00eb.
\nNj\u00eb muaj pas funeralit, e pash\u00eb n\u00eb sy dhe i thash\u00eb:
\n\u2013 \u201cLargohu. Nuk m\u00eb intereson n\u00ebse mbijeton apo jo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mendova se do t\u00eb qante.
\nMendova se do t\u00eb m\u00eb lutej.
\nPor nuk e b\u00ebri.
\nAi iku pa th\u00ebn\u00eb asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb vetme. Dhe un\u00eb \u2014 nuk ndjeva asgj\u00eb. Asnj\u00eb faj. Asnj\u00eb m\u00ebshir\u00eb. Asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Shita sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr. U zhvendosa diku tjet\u00ebr. Jeta ime u p\u00ebrmir\u00ebsua. Biznesi im lul\u00ebzoi. Takova dik\u00eb t\u00eb re.<\/p>\n
Pa f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Pa p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi. Paqe. Ngush\u00ebllim.
\nN\u00eb vitet e para, ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb mendoja p\u00ebr djalin \u2013 jo nga shqet\u00ebsimi, por thjesht nga kurioziteti.<\/p>\n
Ku kishte p\u00ebrfunduar? A ishte ende gjall\u00eb?
\nMe kalimin e koh\u00ebs, edhe ajo kuriozitet u zbeh. Nj\u00eb jetim 12-vje\u00e7ar, pa familje, pa ask\u00ebnd\u2026 ku mund t\u00eb kishte shkuar?
\nNuk e dija.<\/p>\n
Nuk m\u00eb interesonte.
\nN\u00eb fakt\u2026 mbaj mend t\u00eb kem menduar:
\n\u201cN\u00ebse vdiq, ndoshta ishte p\u00ebr t\u00eb mir\u00ebn. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn nuk la asnj\u00eb barr\u00eb pas.\u201d
\nDerisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb \u2013 sakt\u00ebsisht dhjet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb von\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Telefoni im ra. Nj\u00eb num\u00ebr i panjohur.
\n\u2013 \u201cP\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje, zot\u00ebri? A do t\u00eb ishit t\u00eb disponuesh\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb pjes\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb galeri arti q\u00eb hapet k\u00ebt\u00eb t\u00eb shtun\u00eb? Dikush ka pritur shum\u00eb gjat\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019ju par\u00eb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Isha \u200b\u200bgati ta mbyllja telefonin \u2013 nuk njihja asnj\u00eb artist. Por para se t\u00eb mundesha, z\u00ebri nga ana tjet\u00ebr tha di\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb ngriu t\u00eb gjith\u00eb bot\u00ebn:<\/p>\n
\u2014\u201cA do t\u00eb doje t\u00eb dije \u00e7far\u00eb i ndodhi djalit q\u00eb braktise?<\/p>\n
Ato fjal\u00eb m\u00eb jehonin n\u00eb kok\u00eb, duke m\u00eb mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb zemr\u00ebn si zinxhir\u00eb hekuri. T\u00eb gjitha vitet e k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb perceptuar, ndjesia e nj\u00eb prove t\u00eb past\u00ebr, papritmas u ndjen\u00eb si nj\u00eb fasad\u00eb, q\u00eb shk\u00ebrmoqej me vet\u00ebm p\u00ebrmendjen e djalit q\u00eb dikur e kisha shp\u00ebrfillur.<\/p>\n
Me nj\u00eb tension t\u00eb ri q\u00eb m\u00eb rridhte n\u00ebp\u00ebr vena, pranova t\u00eb vizitoja galerin\u00eb. U p\u00ebrpoqa t\u00eb ruaja qet\u00ebsin\u00eb, duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb vetes se nuk kishte arsye t\u00eb prekesha. N\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit, e kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb shkonte dhjet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb, dhe bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb, mendova se kisha hequr dor\u00eb nga \u00e7do lidhje apo detyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Dita e ekspozit\u00ebs mb\u00ebrriti. Hyra n\u00eb galeri, nj\u00eb peizazh i panjohur me ngjyra t\u00eb gjalla dhe penelata ekspresive. Ishte nj\u00eb simfoni emocionesh e pikturuar n\u00eb kanavac\u00eb, shum\u00eb e ngjashme me stuhin\u00eb e ndjenjave konfliktuale brenda meje.<\/p>\n
Nd\u00ebrsa l\u00ebvizja mes turm\u00ebs, syt\u00eb e mi ndaluan te nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr e ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb portret \u2013 padyshim djali q\u00eb kisha d\u00ebbuar.<\/p>\n
Por ky nuk ishte 12-vje\u00e7ari q\u00eb mbaja mend. Piktura p\u00ebrshkruante nj\u00eb t\u00eb ri, syt\u00eb e tij t\u00eb mbushur me dije dhe dhimbje, por posht\u00eb tij ishte nj\u00eb shk\u00eblqim paqeje. Ishte nj\u00eb portretizim mjesht\u00ebror i emocioneve dhe jet\u00ebs, nj\u00eb enigm\u00eb e mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb me pigment.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb z\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi nga \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimi im. \u201cMahnit\u00ebse, apo jo?\u201d U ktheva dhe pash\u00eb nj\u00eb zot\u00ebri m\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr q\u00eb m\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshte but\u00ebsisht. \u201cArtisti \u00ebsht\u00eb v\u00ebrtet i jasht\u00ebzakonsh\u00ebm. Ai kap shpirtin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dhe pastaj, sikur t\u00eb ishte thirrur nga vet\u00eb fjal\u00ebt, e pash\u00eb at\u00eb \u2013 djalin, tani nj\u00eb burr\u00eb, duke q\u00ebndruar pran\u00eb nj\u00eb grupi vizitor\u00ebsh, duke folur me nj\u00eb eleganc\u00eb dhe besim q\u00eb fshihte fillimin e ashp\u00ebr t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Syt\u00eb e tij u takuan me t\u00eb mit\u00eb, njohja ndri\u00e7onte brenda tyre, megjithat\u00eb ai e ruajti qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e tij.<\/p>\n
Ai m\u00eb afrohej me nj\u00eb hir t\u00eb matur, nj\u00eb aur\u00eb faljeje dhe mir\u00ebkuptimi q\u00eb nuk mund ta kuptoja n\u00eb at\u00eb moment. \u201cP\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje,\u201d tha ai. Fjala e vetme ishte e mbushur me histori, megjithat\u00eb nuk kishte asnj\u00eb lig\u00ebsi n\u00eb tonin e tij, vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb forc\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb q\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr nj\u00eb paqe t\u00eb fituar me mund.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb q\u00ebndrova aty, pa fjal\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa ai filloi t\u00eb fliste. Ai ndau udh\u00ebtimin e tij t\u00eb mbijetes\u00ebs n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, gjetjes s\u00eb ngush\u00ebllim\u00ebs n\u00eb art dhe p\u00ebrfundimisht zbulimit t\u00eb nj\u00eb komuniteti q\u00eb ushqeu talentin e tij. \u00c7do fjal\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb zbules\u00eb, nj\u00eb gur i shtuar n\u00eb monumentin e keqardhjes q\u00eb po nd\u00ebrtohej brenda meje.<\/p>\n
Pastaj ndaloi, duke m\u00eb par\u00eb me nj\u00eb thell\u00ebsi q\u00eb dukej sikur shihte p\u00ebrmes viteve t\u00eb indiferenc\u00ebs sime. \u201cDoja q\u00eb ta shihje k\u00ebt\u00eb,\u201d tha ai but\u00ebsisht, duke treguar portretet q\u00eb na rrethonin. \u201cT\u00eb dija q\u00eb e kam gjetur vendin tim. Q\u00eb kam gjetur paqe.\u201d<\/p>\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb moment, kuptova t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb shkat\u00ebrroi: ai jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb kishte mbijetuar, por kishte lul\u00ebzuar pavar\u00ebsisht refuzimit tim. Ai kishte skalitur nj\u00eb jet\u00eb bukurie nga hiri i braktisjes. Zemra ime, dikur nj\u00eb fortes\u00eb e ftoht\u00eb, tani u hap nga nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbytje emocionesh \u2013 keqardhje, admirim dhe nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e thell\u00eb humbjeje p\u00ebr lidhjen q\u00eb nuk e kisha lejuar kurr\u00eb t\u00eb formohej.<\/p>\n
Djali q\u00eb kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00ebnjan\u00eb kishte arritur t\u00eb krijonte nj\u00eb tapet t\u00eb gjall\u00eb jete, nj\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn un\u00eb nuk luaja asnj\u00eb rol. Megjithat\u00eb, n\u00eb suksesin e tij, gjeta nj\u00eb fragment shpengimi p\u00ebr veten time. M\u00eb la me kuptimin se nd\u00ebrsa i isha kthyer shpin\u00ebn, ai m\u00eb kishte m\u00ebsuar m\u00ebsimin m\u00eb t\u00eb madh nga t\u00eb gjith\u00eb \u2013 si t\u00eb ngrihesha nga rr\u00ebnojat, duke falur jo vet\u00ebm t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, por edhe veten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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