P\u0451rs\u0451ri Renzo
\nMilano, 18 mars 1982
\nP\u0451rsh\u0451ndetje vajza ime, si je? Kam shum\u0451 d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 t\u0451 shoh e t\u0451 t\u0451 q\u0451ndroj pran\u0451. Edhe pse ka kaluar vet\u0451m nj\u0451 dit\u0451 nga largimi, d\u0451shira p\u0451r tu rikthyer tek ti \u0451sht\u0451 shum\u0451 e madhe. I jap kurajo vetes sepse e di se s\u0451 shpejti do t\u0451 jemi prap\u0451 bashk\u0451. Ti je v\u0451rtet gj\u0451ja m\u0451 e bukur q\u0451 kam b\u0451r\u0451 ndonj\u0451her\u0451 dhe jam shum\u0451 krenar p\u0451r ty dhe ti e di q\u0451 jam shum\u0451 i rrept\u0451 n\u0451 gjykimin e njer\u0451zve.
\nTi ke shpalosur t\u0451 gjith\u0451 forc\u0451n dhe bukurin\u0451 e karakterit t\u0451nd dhe ky \u0451sht\u0451 g\u0451zimi m\u0451 i madh q\u0451 mund t\u0451 m\u0451 jepje.
\nJe gjithmon\u0451 e pranishme n\u0451 biseda me miq dhe koleg\u0451 k\u0451tu n\u0451 nd\u0451rmarrje. \u00c7do moment flasim p\u0451r ty. Ti ke fituar simpatin\u0451 e t\u0451 gjith\u0451ve me qet\u0451sin\u0451 dhe optimizmin t\u0451nd, saq\u0451 u vjen e natyrshme t\u0451 t\u0451 konsiderojn\u0451 mikesh\u0451 t\u0451 shtrenjt\u0451 e t\u0451 pyesin p\u0451r ty.
\nNuk e kan\u0451 t\u0451 gjith\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 dhunti dhe \u0451sht\u0451 tregues i vler\u0451s t\u0451nde si person. Nuk mund t\u0451 d\u0451shiroja nj\u0451 bij\u0451 m\u0451 t\u0451 mir\u0451 se ty, n\u0451 t\u0451 gjitha k\u0451ndv\u0451shtrimet. Do t\u0451 p\u0451rballesh me jet\u0451n p\u0451r t\u0451 fituar dhe jo vet\u0451m p\u0451r t\u0451 mbijetuar dhe do t\u0451 shoh\u0451sh se do t\u2019ja dal\u0451sh n\u0451 gjith\u00e7ka q\u0451 do t\u0451 duash. Un\u0451 dhe mami do t\u0451 jemi gjithmon\u0451 n\u0451 krahun t\u0451nd dhe jam i bindur se do t\u0451 vije dita q\u0451 ti t\u0451 jesh n\u0451 krahun ton\u0451.<\/p>\n
Do t\u0451 shp\u0451rblehesh p\u0451r mundimet dhe kurajon t\u0451nde. Mos u dor\u0451zo kurr\u0451, b\u0451hu e fort\u0451, vazhdo p\u0451rpara gjithmon\u0451, edhe pas ndonj\u0451 d\u0451shtimi, ringrihu, k\u0451mb\u0451ngul, lufto. Jeta vlen t\u0451 jetohet, jeta do mendje dhe zem\u0451r, vullnet dhe g\u0451zim p\u0451r ta jetuar, mund t\u2019i duash t\u0451 gjitha, t\u2019i kesh t\u0451 gjitha dhe t\u0451 jesh e lumtur.
\nNjer\u0451zit si ty meritojn\u0451 t\u0451 jen\u0451 t\u0451 lumtur dhe un\u0451 jam me fat q\u0451 t\u0451 kam bij\u0451.
\nVazhdo t\u0451 studjosh, p\u0451rpiqu fort, e di q\u0451 do ta b\u0451sh, por m\u0451 ler t\u0451 ta them gjithesesi, se m\u0451 b\u0451n t\u0451 ndihem m\u0451 pran\u0451 teje.
\nDo t\u0451 doja t\u0451 isha m\u0451 i dobish\u0451m p\u0451r ty, por mbaje mend un\u0451 mund t\u0451 jem vet\u0451m ndihm\u0451s, protaganistja e jet\u0451s t\u0451nde je ti. Jeta jote do t\u0451 ket\u0451 ato fryte q\u0451 do t\u0451 duash ti, n\u0451se nuk do t\u0451 ket\u0451 fryte do t\u0451 jet\u0451 se nuk i ke dashur, por jam i bindur se do t\u0451 ket\u0451, ndaj mendo p\u0451r g\u0451zimin q\u0451 do t\u0451 p\u0451rjetosh kur t\u2019i arrish. Do t\u2019i arrish t\u0451 gjitha por pak m\u0451 me shum\u0451 mundim se t\u0451 tjer\u0451t.
\nMendo cila je p\u0451r shoqet e shkoll\u0451s dhe mikeshat e tua, mendo si t\u0451 shohin ato dhe t\u0451 tjer\u0451t, t\u0451 shohin me respekt dhe konsiderat\u0451, jo me m\u0451shir\u0451, t\u0451 \u00e7mojn\u0451 ty si person dhe vullnetin t\u0451nd. Ky \u0451sht\u0451 q\u0451 tani nj\u0451 rezultat i mrekulluesh\u0451m.
\nT\u0451 perqafoj fort,
\nBabi
\nB\u0451ji te fala mamit dhe ji e qet\u0451.
\nDashuria e par\u0451 e madhe e jet\u0451s time, burri q\u0451 kam dashur m\u0451 shum\u0451 nga t\u0451 gjith\u0451, ka qen\u0451 gjithmon\u0451 Renzo, babai im. Pastaj erdhi Giampaolo, por babai im mbetet babai im. Edhe tani q\u0451 nuk \u0451sht\u0451 m\u0451.
\nNuk ka patur kurr\u0451 ndjesi rivaliteti mes tij dhe Giampaolos. Nuk jam nj\u0451 grua q\u0451 k\u0451rkonte tek nj\u0451 burr\u0451, dashurin\u0451 e t\u0451 atit, sepse at\u0451 e kam patur me boll\u0451k, aq sa t\u0451 m\u0451 mjaftoj\u0451 p\u0451r nj\u0451 mij\u0451 jet\u0451. Ai ishte Renzo, im at\u0451, Giampaolo \u0451sht\u0451 burri q\u0451 kam zgjedhur p\u0451r t\u0451 kaluar jet\u0451n dhe e dua pafund.
\nRenzo na ka q\u0451ndruar gjithmone pran\u0451, po ashtu edhe n\u0451na ime Franca. Por me babain tim kam patur nj\u0451 lidhje t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451 q\u0451 t\u0451 gjith\u0451 e dinin. Ishte nj\u0451 simbioz\u0451 perfekte. Renzo ka qen\u0451 p\u0451rher\u0451 siguria ime. \u00c7far\u0451do gj\u0451je q\u0451 mund t\u0451 m\u0451 ndodhte, kisha at\u0451 q\u0451 m\u0451 mbronte.
\nBota mu shemb n\u0451 nj\u0451 m\u0451ngjes vjesht\u0451 plot drit\u0451 kur im at\u0451 m\u0451 tha se ishte i s\u0451mur\u0451, vet\u0451m 2 vite pasi un\u0451 dhe Giampaolo ishim bashk\u0451.
\nPo q\u0451ndronim n\u0451 oborrin e sht\u0451pis\u0451 son\u0451 n\u0451 Piacenza, ai erdhi u ul pran\u0451 meje dhe m\u0451 tha: “Mos qaj, m\u0451 kan\u0451 gjetur nj\u0451 tumor n\u0451 mushk\u0451ri, m\u0451 than\u0451 se \u0451sht\u0451 i kuruesh\u0451m dhe \u00e7do gj\u0451 do t\u0451 shkoj\u0451 mir\u0451 . Kur i tregova mjekut se sa vje\u00e7 jam, mu p\u0451rgjigj se dukem m\u0451 i ri.” Renzos i p\u0451lqente vetja m\u0451 shum\u0451 se sa mendonin t\u0451 tjer\u0451t.
\n“At\u0451her\u0451 i bie t\u0451 jesh m\u0451 i riu n\u0451 varreza” i thash\u0451, e do t\u0451 kisha dashur t\u0451 vdisja n\u0451 at\u0451 \u00e7ast. Dhe jo p\u0451r shkak t\u0451 batut\u0451s – un\u0451 dhe ai kemi qeshur gjithmon\u0451 p\u0451r gjith\u00e7ka edhe p\u0451r gj\u0451rat m\u0451 dramatike dhe n\u0451 fakt n\u0451 at\u0451 moment ai qeshi – por sepse e dija se asgj\u0451 nuk do t\u0451 shkonte mir\u0451. S\u0451rish ai z\u0451ri i mallkuar brenda meje m\u0451 tha: “Mori fund”.
\nDhe ndodhi k\u0451shtu. Renzo jetoi nj\u0451 vit, duke zgjedhur t\u0451 kurohet k\u0451tu ne Piacenza p\u0451r t\u0451 m\u0451 q\u0451ndruar pran\u0451. Vdiq po k\u0451tu.
\nPengu i tij m\u0451 i madh ishte fakti se u s\u0451mur pik\u0451risht kur vajza e tij e dashur kishte gjetur nj\u0451 njeri t\u0451 mir\u0451 p\u0451r t\u0451 kaluar jet\u0451n. K\u0451shtu e p\u0451rkufizonte Giampaolon dhe p\u0451r t\u0451 njeri i mir\u0451 do t\u0451 thoshte gjith\u00e7ka.
\n“M\u0451 vjen keq” m\u0451 tha nj\u0451 pasdite teksa ishim vet\u0451m n\u0451 dhom\u0451n q\u0451 kishim p\u0451rgatitur p\u0451r t\u0451. “Kam b\u0451r\u0451 shum\u0451 gj\u0451ra p\u0451r sht\u0451pit\u0451 e t\u0451 tjer\u0451ve e nuk arrij t\u0451 b\u0451j dot m\u0451 asgj\u0451 p\u0451r sht\u0451pin\u0451 e vajz\u0451s sime”. Ai q\u0451 i kishte duart e arta, q\u0451 punonte hekurin, drurin dhe \u00e7do material tjet\u0451r, nuk kishte m\u0451 fuqi p\u0451r t\u0451 nd\u0451rtuar di\u00e7ka p\u0451r ne. E ngush\u0451llonte fakti se Giampaolo i kishte duart e arta si t\u0451 tijat.
\n“Ke qen\u0451 me fat” m\u0451 thoshte p\u0451r Giampaolon. “E meriton”.
\nBota ime po tronditej s\u0451rish. Nuk e di se p\u0451rse – un\u0451 q\u0451 nuk jam besimtare – mendoja se duke p\u0451rfunduar n\u0451 nj\u0451 karrige me rrota n\u0451 mosh\u0451n 15 vje\u00e7are i kisha kaluar t\u0451 gjitha t\u0451 k\u0451qijat e jet\u0451s. E kisha shlyer llogarin\u0451 time paradh\u0451nie. Kushedi \u00e7far\u0451 llogarie dhe kujt.
\nE kisha pranuar aksidentin tim dhe pasojat e tij por ishte e papranueshme t\u0451 shikoja babain tim t\u0451 shuhej.
\nNuk kam pranuar faktin se nuk munda ta p\u0451rqafoj para se t\u0451 ikte p\u0451rgjithmon\u0451. Ka q\u0451na hera e par\u0451 q\u0451 e kam urryer me gjith\u0451 q\u0451nien time karrigen me rrota q\u0451 m\u0451 pengonte t\u2019i afrohesha krevatit ku ndodhej im at\u0451 pa pik\u0451 fuqie p\u0451r t\u0451 l\u0451vizur. P\u0451r her\u0451 t\u0451 par\u0451 ndjeva kufizimin e tmerrsh\u0451m t\u0451 t\u0451 qenit tetraplegjike. Un\u0451 e paralizuar n\u0451 karrigen time, ai i pal\u0451vizur n\u0451 shtratin e spitalit. Dashuri dhe dhimbje e pafund shkrihej n\u0451 shikimet tona, si e vetmja m\u0451nyr\u0451 e mbetur komunikimi.
\nLuftoi deri n\u0451 fund edhe kur shpres\u0451 nuk kishte m\u0451, n\u0451se kishte patur ndonj\u0451her\u0451. Pran\u0451 deshi gjithmon\u0451 Giampaolon. Kur shkonte t\u0451 b\u0451nte kemioterapin\u0451, analizat apo t\u0451 fliste me mjek\u0451t donte me vete vet\u0451m Giampaolon.
\nGiampaolo me tregonte se q\u0451ndronin t\u0451 ulur pran\u0451 nj\u0451ri-tjetrit n\u0451 sallat e pritjes t\u0451 spitalit, pa patur nevoje p\u0451r t\u0451 folur, t\u0451 bashkuar n\u0451 nj\u0451 rreth vler\u0451esimi dhe respekti, t\u0451 izoluar nga gjith\u00e7ka q\u0451 i rrethonte. Ata t\u0451 dy, burrat q\u0451 kam dashur m\u0451 shum\u0451 n\u0451 bot\u0451.
\nGjesti m\u0451 bujar q\u0451 kam b\u0451r\u0451 p\u0451r babain tim ka qen\u0451 t\u2019i thoja: “Mos lufto m\u0451, mund t\u0451 ik\u0451sh”. Ai po vdiste por nuk donte, dhe jo vet\u0451m p\u0451r shkak t\u0451 instinktit t\u0451 mbijetes\u0451s apo se t\u0451 jetonte i p\u0451lqente, por sepse nuk donte t\u0451 m\u0451 linte. Kishte frik\u0451 p\u0451r mua. E ka patur gjithnj\u0451 ket\u0451 frik\u0451. Frik\u0451 se nuk do t\u0451 dija t\u0451 mbrohesha, se var\u0451sia e plot\u0451 fizike m\u0451 b\u0451nte t\u0451 brisht\u0451. Edhe pse ia kisha provuar n\u0451 rrjedh\u0451n e viteve se isha e fort\u0451, kjo frik\u0451 e kishte shoq\u0451ruar gjithnj\u0451.
\nAi gjithmon\u0451 ka dashur t\u0451 m\u0451 mbronte dhe ia kishte th\u0451n\u0451 edhe Giampaolos:” Mbroje. Ajo nuk mund t\u0451 mbrohet vet\u0451.” E kishte fjal\u0451n nga pik\u0451pamja fizike, por jo vet\u0451m. Pavarsisht t\u0451 gjithave, nuk kishte reshtur s\u0451 konsideruari si nj\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451. Ti thoja: “Ik baba, shko i qet\u0451” ka qen\u0451 gjesti m\u0451 i madh dhe i v\u0451shtir\u0451 i dashuris\u0451 q\u0451 kam b\u0451r\u0451 p\u0451r t\u0451. Sepse n\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451 nuk doja q\u0451 t\u0451 ikte, nuk doja. Pa t\u0451, jeta m\u0451 dukej nj\u0451 rr\u0451muj\u0451 faktesh absurde, koha rridhte pa kuptim. Edhe pse af\u0451r kisha Giampaolon, n\u0451n\u0451n time dhe miqt\u0451. Por ama arrita ti them ik.
\nDit\u0451n e parafundit t\u0451 jet\u0451s s\u0451 tij ishim n\u0451 spital, n\u0451 nj\u0451 moment spostoi mask\u0451n e oksigjenit p\u0451r t\u0451 m\u0451 th\u0451n\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451 mundim: ” Jam i lumtur”.
\n“P\u0451rse je i lumtur, ba”?
\n“P\u0451r gjith\u00e7ka. Je e mrekullueshme”.
\nKy ishte himni i tij i jet\u0451s. T\u0451 qenurit i lumtur, gjithmon\u0451. Dhe une p\u0451r t\u0451 e mrekullueshme.
\nIku m\u0451 8 tetor t\u0451 2008. Nuk arriti t\u0451 shihte mua dhe Giampaolon t\u0451 martoheshim dhe t\u0451 p\u0451rfundonim rregullimin e sht\u0451pis\u0451. Nuk mundi t\u0451 lexonte librat q\u0451 kam shkruajtur q\u0451 nga ajo dit\u0451 deri m\u0451 sot, nuk arriti t\u0451 shihte kaq shum\u0451 gj\u0451ra q\u0451 kam b\u0451r\u0451 n\u0451 pak vite. Sukseset, d\u0451shtimet.
\nKur na mor\u0451n n\u0451 kat\u0451r t\u0451 m\u0451ngjesit p\u0451r t\u0451 na th\u0451n\u0451 se kishte vdekur, une nuk derdha asnj\u0451 lot. Giampaolo m\u0451 \u00e7oi menj\u0451her\u0451 tek ai.
\nHym\u0451 n\u0451 dhom\u0451n e spitalit. Pash\u0451 trupin e tij t\u0451 mb\u0451shtjell\u0451 me \u00e7ar\u00e7af\u0451. I kishin l\u0451n\u0451 zbuluar vet\u0451m fytyr\u0451n. Shprehia e fytyr\u0451s ishte e p\u0451rq\u0451ndruar, si t\u0451 kishte dashur t\u0451 kuptonte cfar\u0451 i kishte ndodhur, por m\u0451 kot. Kishte t\u0451 nj\u0451jt\u0451n pamje kur flinte dhe shihte \u0451ndrra t\u0451 k\u0451qija.
\nPyesja veten pse ia kishin mb\u0451shtjell\u0451 dhe duart me \u00e7ar\u00e7af\u0451. Do t\u0451 kisha dashur t\u2019ia perkedhelja p\u0451r t\u0451 ndjer\u0451 n\u0451se i kishte t\u0451 ftohta. Por vet\u0451m mund ta v\u0451shtroja. Kisha vet\u0451m pak koh\u0451 p\u0451r ta par\u0451. M\u0451 von\u0451 nuk do t\u0451 mundja m\u0451. P\u0451rs\u0451ri ajo ndjesia e tmerrshme e pafuqis\u0451, nuk mund t\u0451 ngrihesha, t\u0451 shkoja pran\u0451 tij e ta perqafoja.
\nNuk doja t\u0451 m\u0451 preknin. Nuk doja t\u0451 m\u0451 flisnin. Doja t\u0451 zhdukesha un\u0451, por duke mbajtur shtr\u0451nguar at\u0451 zem\u0451rim, q\u0451 ishte e vetmja ndjenj\u0451 q\u0451 m\u0451 mbante gjall\u0451 dhe shenjonte nj\u0451 marr\u0451dh\u0451nie mes meje dhe duarve t\u0451 tij t\u0451 mb\u0451shtjella me \u00e7ar\u00e7af\u0451 si nj\u0451 mumje.
\nDuhet t\u0451 isha un\u0451 aty, at\u0451 nat\u0451. Duhet ta shihja un\u0451 fytyren teksa i mbyllej bot\u0451s. M\u0451 takonte mua ai udh\u0451tim i fundit i tij.
\nN\u0451 qet\u0451sin\u0451 e shurdh\u0451t t\u0451 spitalit kuptova me kthjellt\u0451si t\u0451 pam\u0451shirshme se Renzo nuk ishte m\u0451. Im at\u0451 nuk ishte m\u0451.
\nUne e di se n\u0451se nuk vdiqa e virgj\u0451r – p\u0451r dashuri, p\u0451r aventura, p\u0451r suksese, p\u0451r d\u0451shtime, p\u0451r beteja t\u0451 humbura e t\u0451 fituara, dometh\u0451n\u0451 nuk vdiqa pa jetuar – i detyrohem mbi t\u0451 gjitha atij.<\/p>\n
Marr\u00eb nga libri \u201cNon volevo morire vergine\u201d i\u00a0Barbara Garlaschelli\u00a0, shkrimtare italiane me aft\u0451si t\u0451 kufizuar fizike.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" P\u0451rs\u0451ri Renzo Milano, 18 mars 1982 P\u0451rsh\u0451ndetje vajza ime, si je? Kam shum\u0451 d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 t\u0451 shoh e t\u0451 t\u0451 q\u0451ndroj pran\u0451. Edhe pse ka kaluar vet\u0451m nj\u0451 dit\u0451 nga largimi, d\u0451shira p\u0451r tu rikthyer tek ti \u0451sht\u0451 shum\u0451 e madhe. I jap kurajo vetes sepse e di se s\u0451 shpejti do t\u0451 jemi prap\u0451 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2013,"featured_media":69384,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[234],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-69383","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-kuriozitete"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2013"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69383"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69383\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/69384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}