{"id":138,"date":"2024-02-13T16:31:20","date_gmt":"2024-02-13T16:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/?p=138"},"modified":"2024-02-13T16:31:20","modified_gmt":"2024-02-13T16:31:20","slug":"corba-e-prisht","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/corba-e-prisht\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00c7orba e prisht"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>nga Doruntina Berisha<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-165\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-2048x1365.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3763-600x400.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>E marte, nat\u00eb me gjysm\u00eb H\u00e2n\u00eb. Nj\u00eb tavoline me pluhur, nj\u00eb llamp\u00eb dhe nje karrig\u00eb q\u00eb leviz\u00eb n\u2019mes t\u00eb dhom\u00ebs; e aty isha ulur un\u00eb dhe vet\u00ebm v\u00ebshtroja. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb shikoja lart\u00eb se mos tavani ku i kam hedhur librat ka filluar t\u2019i lexoj\u00eb ato e t\u2019ma kaloj\u00eb me men\u00e7uri. M\u00eb dukej vetja jasht\u00ebmase budallaqe. Isha fiksuar mbas kemishes saten dhe ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb jav\u00eb q\u00eb e mbaja veshur. Nj\u00eb nate m\u00eb zuri gjumi me t\u00eb, dhe kisha l\u00ebshuar gazra disa her\u00eb brenda nat\u00ebs, pasi q\u00eb \u00e7orba q\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00ebna ime m\u00eb kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb jasht\u00eb mase. \u201cShk\u00ebrdhat\u00eb\u201d, thash me vete, \u201csi mund t\u2019ma b\u00ebje k\u00ebt\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>P\u00ebrderisa shaja n\u00ebn\u00ebn time, di\u00e7ka m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb mendje. Isha n\u00eb m\u00ebdyshje a t\u00eb pastrohesha ose jo. Nj\u00eb mendje tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb thoshte q\u00eb ishte l\u00ebvizje prej budallai, kurse tjetra m\u00eb thoshte \u201cvetem pak, se kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dilem\u00eb Shekspiriane\u201d.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pasi q\u00eb, tash e nj\u00eb or\u00eb, kisha sh\u00ebtitur vet\u00ebm p\u00ebrbrenda banes\u00ebn sime t\u00eb \u00e7rregulluar jasht\u00eb mase, vendosa t\u2019i harxhoja dhe ato 50 dollar\u00eb q\u00eb kisha. Vendosa t\u00eb blija shum\u00eb cigare.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nuk u pastrova fare. Nuk jam aq budallaqe sa t\u00eb shpenzoj nj\u00eb bojler uj\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr tu dukur bukur. Un\u00eb isha e sh\u00ebmtuar, ashtu-keshtu. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn k\u00ebshtu m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00ebna ime n\u00eb dit\u00eblindjen time t\u00eb tet\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Q\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, q\u00eb i bie t\u00eb jet\u00eb diku para dy vite e gjysm\u00eb, kam qen\u00eb n\u00eb dilem\u00eb t\u00eb vdes apo mos t\u00eb vdes. Ja pra miq, kjo jam une! Jetoje ne dilem\u00eb.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mendohem a t\u00eb pi nj\u00eb got\u00eb uj\u00eb apo mos ta pi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb z\u00eb veten duke b\u00ebr\u00eb gjeste prej t\u00eb \u00e7mendur\u00ebs para pasqyr\u00ebs, dhe as q\u00eb m\u00eb plas\u00eb p\u00ebr demon\u00ebt q\u00eb m\u00eb flasin n\u00eb vesh. \u00c7&#8217;\u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta, dita-dit\u00ebs jam duke i \u00e7mendur edhe ata.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nj\u00eb dite n\u00ebna m\u00eb kishte vizituar dhe m\u00eb kishte shar\u00eb aq r\u00ebnd\u00eb saq\u00eb un\u00eb ia plasa t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebs: E kisha imagjinuar time m\u00eb duke b\u00ebr\u00eb seks me vet\u00ebveten, dhe duke l\u00ebshuar ofshamat prej mamaje t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebs iu kishte varur vagina.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ia p\u00ebrplasa deren n\u00eb fytyre asaj shkerdhate, dhe vazhdova ndejen time. Nuk e di pse m\u00eb viziton akoma, at\u00eb \u00e7orb\u00ebn q\u00eb ma kishte sjellur vet\u00ebm d\u00ebm m\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nuk jam m\u00ebsuar un\u00eb t\u00eb ha ushqim t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs. Nuk haja, th\u00ebn\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, gati kurr\u00eb; nuk e di se si jam duke mbijetuar. Pata lexuar nj\u00eb her\u00eb se budallai jeton m\u00eb gjate, sepse nuk e lodh\u00eb fort\u00eb kok\u00ebn me gj\u00ebra t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme. Me siguri k\u00ebt\u00eb do ta ket\u00eb shkruar ndonj\u00eb budalla si puna ime.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>N\u00eb at\u00eb moment m\u00eb pihej fort\u00eb nj\u00eb cigare, dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri gjendesha para dilemave: ta pija apo mos ta pija.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Godas veten n\u00eb kok\u00eb dhe filloj t\u00eb qeshi si e patr\u00fa.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn edhe pse isha e sh\u00ebmtuar sa nuk ka m\u00eb, e doja veten. M\u00eb kujtohet e vetmja th\u00ebnie q\u00eb gjyshi ma pat th\u00ebne nj\u00eb her\u00eb derisa un\u00eb isha duke rregulluar flok\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb dalur me veten time (pse, me k\u00eb tjet\u00ebr menduat?):&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Kur i hyri vetja n\u00eb qef, kaloi lumin dhe u mbyt n\u00eb p\u00ebrrua&#8221;. E dija un\u00eb q\u00eb gjyshi nuk ishte aq i men\u00e7ur p\u00ebr t\u00eb folur gj\u00ebra t\u00eb m\u00ebdha, dhe andaj nuk ja kisha varur. Un\u00eb tani, sipas gjyshit tim, jam mbytur n\u00eb perrua, dhe atij i behet qejfi.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>P\u00ebr gjyshen nuk do doja t\u00eb flisja ndonj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi. I kujtoj pes\u00eb dollar\u00ebt q\u00eb kishte nxjerrur nga gjinjet e saj t\u00eb l\u00ebshuar e mi kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb dit\u00eb shkolle. Dhe duke mbyllur der\u00ebn m\u00eb kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb shkelm n\u00eb bith\u00eb saq\u00eb m\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb <em>mavi<\/em> nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb saj. Gjith\u00ebsesi, ja di p\u00ebr nder\u00eb.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Edhepse tani \u00ebsht\u00eb duke ngr\u00ebn\u00eb dh\u00e9, nuk do ja rekomandoja ta tepronte. E kisha par\u00eb n\u00eb \u00ebnderr nj\u00eb nate, m\u00eb kerkonte ndihm\u00eb, por isha aq rehat saq\u00eb edhe po t\u00eb m\u00eb vriste ndokush nuk do kisha l\u00ebvizur.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tani kam veshur nj\u00eb pale xhinse t\u00eb shkurta. Kam ca lesh n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, por m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb nd\u00ebrsjetulla. Prisni t\u00eb shikoj&#8230; uh, m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb mos ju tregoj! Por, ju premtoj q\u00eb muajin e ardhsh\u00ebm do t\u00eb pastrohem dhe do i heki ca qime aty-ketu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Deri at&#8217;here shihemi dikund n\u00eb lagjet e qytez\u00ebs. Ju puth, vet\u00ebm n\u00ebse keni d\u00ebshire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:36px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p><strong>Doruntina Berisha<\/strong><br>Aktualisht studion arkitektur\u00eb,<br>Dhe ka pasion artin,<br>Te gjitha llojet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c7orba e prisht | nga Doruntina Berisha<\/p>\n<p>Nuk u pastrova fare. Nuk jam aq budallaqe sa t\u00eb shpenzoj nj\u00eb bojler uj\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr tu dukur bukur. Un\u00eb isha e sh\u00ebmtuar, ashtu-keshtu. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn k\u00ebshtu m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00ebna ime n\u00eb dit\u00eblindjen time t\u00eb tet\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":164,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","category-humor"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/IMG_3761-scaled.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":167,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138\/revisions\/167"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/164"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylab.al\/zine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}