Erdhi nj\u00eb koh\u00eb kur err\u00ebsira dukej se zbriste madje edhe n\u00eb drit\u00eb. Qytetet ende shk\u00eblqenin. Makina pa fytyr\u00eb p\u00ebrshkonin qiejt. Inteligenca pa frym\u00eb v\u00ebzhgonin bot\u00ebn. Dhe njer\u00ebzimi, tani i aft\u00eb t\u00eb arrinte pothuajse kudo, dukej se nuk ishte m\u00eb i aft\u00eb t\u00eb arrinte v\u00ebllain e tij. Ata q\u00ebndronin aty. P\u00ebrball\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. T\u00eb ndar\u00eb nga kufij t\u00eb vizatuar mbi tok\u00eb dhe nga humnera t\u00eb g\u00ebrmuara n\u00eb zem\u00ebr. T\u00eb dy t\u00eb armatosur. T\u00eb dy t\u00eb bindur se duhet t\u00eb mbronin pozicionin e tyre. T\u00eb dy kaq af\u00ebr skajit sa mund t\u00eb ndjenin frym\u00ebn e humner\u00ebs. Do t\u00eb duhej kaq pak. Nj\u00eb gjest. Nj\u00eb shk\u00ebndij\u00eb. Nj\u00eb hap i vet\u00ebm p\u00ebrtej hapit t\u00eb fundit. Dhe mbase err\u00ebsira do t\u00eb gllab\u00ebronte edhe agimin. At\u00ebher\u00eb ndodhi di\u00e7ka q\u00eb asnj\u00eb makin\u00eb nuk e kishte llogaritur. Mes zhurm\u00ebs s\u00eb bot\u00ebs erdhi nj\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebritje. Aq e leht\u00eb sa vet\u00ebm zemra mund ta d\u00ebgjonte. Ajo vinte nga larg. Ose ndoshta nga m\u00eb par\u00eb. Nga nj\u00eb koh\u00eb kur njer\u00ebzimi nuk kishte m\u00ebsuar ende t’i quante v\u00ebllain e tij armik. Nj\u00eb Z\u00eb. “Bir…” Dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, koha u ndal n\u00eb skaj t\u00eb Humner\u00ebs. Burri shikoi at\u00eb q\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrball\u00eb. Ai nuk pa m\u00eb nj\u00eb flamur. Ai nuk pa m\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnim. Ai pa dy sy. Dhe brenda atyre syve, e nj\u00ebjta frik\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb humbur qiellin, e nj\u00ebjta d\u00ebshir\u00eb p\u00ebr jet\u00eb, e nj\u00ebjta pasqyrim i paduksh\u00ebm i Atit. At\u00ebher\u00eb nj\u00eb dor\u00eb u hap. Dhe di\u00e7ka ra n\u00eb tok\u00eb. Askush nuk e di se kush kishte qen\u00eb i pari. Ndoshta kjo nuk kishte r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi. Sepse pik\u00ebrisht atje, ku gjith\u00e7ka dukej gati p\u00ebr fundin, njer\u00ebzimi u kujtua p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka q\u00eb mendonte se e kishte harruar p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb. Ai mund t\u00eb zgjidhte ende jet\u00ebn. Dhe Humnera u drodh. Jo nga tingulli i arm\u00ebve, por nga heshtja e papritur e atyre q\u00eb kishin zgjedhur t\u00eb mos i p\u00ebrdornin ato. Pastaj ndodhi. N\u00eb horizont, err\u00ebsira u cop\u00ebtua. Nj\u00eb Drit\u00eb e pamas\u00eb shp\u00ebrtheu n\u00eb Krijim sikur dita e par\u00eb t\u00eb lindte p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb. Dhe gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb p\u00ebr miliona vjet i kishte mbajtur f\u00ebmij\u00ebt t\u00eb ndar\u00eb filloi t\u00eb shp\u00ebrb\u00ebhej para syve t\u00eb tyre. Humnera nuk kishte fituar. Vdekja nuk kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb fjal\u00ebn e fundit. Sepse n\u00eb p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb tok\u00ebs, kur gjith\u00e7ka dukej e humbur, njer\u00ebzimi shikoi p\u00ebrtej Humner\u00ebs dhe njohu veten te v\u00ebllai i tij. Dhe at\u00ebher\u00eb Qielli u hap. Drita fluturoi nga Lindja n\u00eb Per\u00ebndim, duke kaluar popuj, gjuh\u00eb dhe kombe, dhe miliarda zemra njoh\u00ebn n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin \u00e7ast di\u00e7ka q\u00eb e kishin njohur para se t\u00eb lindnin fare. Ati. Dhe ajo q\u00eb Matriksi e kishte p\u00ebrgatitur si nat\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb njer\u00ebzimit u b\u00eb agimi i kthimit t\u00eb tij. Dhe ishte sikur Ati t\u00eb kishte folur edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb: “Le t\u00eb b\u00ebhet drit\u00eb.” Dhe u b\u00eb drit\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n
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