Gazeta Shekulli, 22.02.2011<\/p>\n
K\u00ebto dit\u00eb kur vendi im zien p\u00ebr nj\u00eb t\u00eb sotme dhe t\u00eb ardhme ku vlerat t\u00eb jen\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta e kontributet t\u00eb sinqerta nga vendet arabe vjen nj\u00eb er\u00eb e fort\u00eb rezistence e revolte popullore nd\u00ebrsa nga fqinji p\u00ebrpall\u00eb detit nj\u00eb himn. Fjal\u00ebt e tij duket sikur p\u00ebrshkruajn\u00eb luft\u00ebn e p\u00ebrditshme t\u00eb arab\u00ebve q\u00eb me insistim k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb lirin\u00eb, t\u00eb shum\u00eb europian\u00ebve q\u00eb nuk duan standardet e dyfishta, t\u00eb italian\u00ebve q\u00eb meritojn\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrfaq\u00ebsohen ndryshe dhe t\u00eb shqiptar\u00ebve q\u00eb nuk ngjasojn\u00eb aspak me qeveritar\u00ebt e tyre.
\nK\u00ebnga thot\u00eb: ‘m\u00eb quaj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dashuri, p\u00ebr bark\u00ebn q\u00eb fluturoi n\u00eb qiell bashk\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt t\u00eb cil\u00ebt p\u00ebr t’i par\u00eb tek vin\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, do t\u00eb falja nj\u00eb det t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb.’ A nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu p\u00ebr ne? \u00c7far\u00eb nuk do te jepnim t\u00eb ishte duke lozur p\u00ebrs\u00ebri djali i vog\u00ebl q\u00eb e mbyt\u00ebn plehrat n\u00eb rrethinat e Shkodr\u00ebs s\u00eb 2009; mot\u00ebr e v\u00eblla q\u00eb vdiq\u00ebn t\u00eb vetmuar e helmuar nga varf\u00ebria n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb 2010; apo An\u00ebn e bukur q\u00eb ia vran\u00eb syt\u00eb n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e 2011.
\nK\u00ebnga vazhdon: ‘m\u00eb quaj dashuri p\u00ebr autorin q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb k\u00ebndoj\u00eb, p\u00ebr pun\u00ebtorin q\u00eb nuk ka m\u00eb pun\u00ebn, p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb jan\u00eb 20 vje\u00e7, por po vdesin n\u00eb nj\u00eb zbraz\u00ebti si n\u00eb nj\u00eb thertore, p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb djemt\u00eb e vajzat q\u00eb mbrojn\u00eb nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb kaq t\u00eb bukur nd\u00ebrsa th\u00ebrrasin n\u00eb sheshe, sepse duan t\u00eb na i vrasin dhe mendimet.’ E v\u00ebrtet\u00eb fatale. Cili artist mund t\u00eb kritikoj\u00eb qeverin\u00eb shqiptare pa u b\u00ebr\u00eb \u00e7akall? Cili i ri nj\u00ebzet vje\u00e7ar do t\u00eb gjente pun\u00eb duke qen\u00eb opozitar? A ka mendim n\u00eb parlamentin e kthyer n\u00eb zyr\u00eb partie? A ka mendim n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend ky qytetar\u00ebt q\u00eb n\u00eb shesh protestojn\u00eb, quhen pu\u00e7ista? \u00c7’mendimi ngeli kur njeriu q\u00eb dhunoi si m\u00eb sip\u00ebr lirit\u00eb thot\u00eb se ka pasion lirin\u00eb. Vrite fare mendimin i thua vetes e pyete n\u00ebse pasioni i lindi nd\u00ebrsa e dhunonte.
\nK\u00ebnga insiston: “m\u00eb quaj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dashuri. P\u00ebr ndyr\u00ebsir\u00ebn q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb n\u00eb diell, p\u00ebr frikacakun q\u00eb fsheh zemr\u00ebn, p\u00ebr memorien ton\u00eb t\u00eb hedhur er\u00ebs, p\u00ebr k\u00ebta zot\u00ebri t\u00eb dhimbjes.” Sikur na p\u00ebrshkruan. Dje me poste e mirakandje, sot kund\u00ebr atyre t\u00eb djeshm\u00ebve e prap\u00eb me poste. N\u00eb nj\u00eb an\u00eb biznes mafioz, n\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn rryshfete 700 mij\u00eb euro, kurse makinat e telefonat t\u00eb paguara nga taksat e qytetar\u00ebve. Gjithnj\u00eb n\u00eb diell ca zot\u00ebrinj… Ah, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos p\u00ebrballur nd\u00ebrgjegjen me k\u00ebt\u00eb “diell” pambarim, natyrsh\u00ebm duhet fshehur zemra. Memoria n\u00eb er\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb hedhur bashk\u00eb me momumentet e denigruara e historin\u00eb sipas qefit t\u00eb shefit i cilit thot\u00eb se i ka kaluar shpirti i Sk\u00ebnderbeut e rilindjen e v\u00ebndit e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb dora vet\u00eb n\u00eb 97’t\u00ebn. \u00c7far\u00eb dhimbjeje nga k\u00ebto zot\u00ebrinj t\u00eb dhimbjes…
\nK\u00ebnga nuk rresht: ‘M\u00eb quaj pers\u00ebri dashuri, m\u00eb quaj gjithnj\u00eb dashuri se kjo nat\u00eb e mallkuar do t\u00eb mbaroje dikur, ne do ta mbushim me muzik\u00eb e fjal\u00eb. M\u00eb quaj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dashuri, m\u00eb quaj gjithnj\u00eb dashuri n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr t\u00eb pashpres\u00eb mes heshtjes e vetimit, mbroje njer\u00ebzimin dhe n\u00eb mbett\u00eb i vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb njeri.’ A ka si te mos jet\u00eb nj\u00eb nat\u00eb e mallkuar koha si kjo, kur \u00ebndrrat i sheh t\u00eb veniten e idealizmin e tallur? Kur t\u00eb thon\u00eb se duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebrtas\u00ebsh q\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebgjohesh e t\u00eb mashtrosh q\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00ebsohesh.
\nK\u00ebnga vijon: ‘M\u00eb quaj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dashuri, m\u00eb quaj gjithnj\u00eb dashuri, sepse idet\u00eb jan\u00eb si fluturat nuk mund t’ia shk\u00ebput\u00ebsh flatrat, sepse idet\u00eb jan\u00eb si yjet nuk i shuajn\u00eb fortunat, sepse idet\u00eb jan\u00eb si z\u00ebri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs q\u00eb menduan se ka humbur…’ Qeverin\u00eb anti-mendim kjo duhet ve\u00e7an\u00ebrisht ta bej\u00eb t\u00eb dridhet. Si shpik\u00ebse perfekte mashtrimesh, por varfanjake n\u00eb ide – p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb mjafton t\u00eb p\u00ebrmenden akuzat p\u00ebr pu\u00e7 – kjo qeveri s’mund t\u00eb rrij\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb integruar me l\u00ebvizjet globale. N\u00eb da\u00e7 n\u00eb opozit\u00eb, n\u00eb da\u00e7 jasht\u00eb saj, idet\u00eb do t\u00eb thirren, idet\u00eb do t\u00eb shkruhen, e p\u00ebr pushtetin e zhytur n\u00eb mashtrim p\u00ebrballjet me ide, her\u00ebt a von\u00eb do t\u00eb sjellin nj\u00eb fund krejt t\u00eb palavdish\u00ebm.
\nArtisti, fituesi i Sanremos ia kushtonte k\u00ebng\u00ebn popullit t\u00eb vet; ‘grave shum\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mira se burrat, t\u00eb rinjve, puntor\u00ebve e ushtar\u00ebve q\u00eb \u00e7ohen n\u00eb luftra t\u00eb panevojshme’. N\u00eb k\u00ebto momente ndryshimi p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb bot\u00ebn ai thoshte n\u00eb mbyllje “sepse ne jemi dashuria”. T\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat ndjenja vin\u00eb nga l\u00ebvizjet arabe ku njer\u00ebzit k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb fundin e diktaturave p\u00ebr t’i dh\u00ebn\u00eb fund urrejtjeve e ndarjeve. Nj\u00eb energji vjen larg nga Lindja, nj\u00eb himn vjen nga shum\u00eb pran\u00eb, Per\u00ebndimi. T\u00eb dyja thon\u00eb se diktatura gjeneron urrjetje e urrejtja net\u00eb t\u00eb mallkuara. M\u00eb 20 Shkurt 2011 kur duhet t\u00eb festonim largimin e saj, nga podjumi i fundit totalitar i v\u00ebndit mbillej nd\u00ebr ne urrejtja. Ka ardhur koha t\u00eb ndahemi me k\u00ebt\u00eb logjik\u00eb e shpirt t\u00eb diktatur\u00ebs e t\u00eb rigjejm\u00eb vendin e nj\u00ebri-tjetrin n\u00ebn thirrjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr secilin “m\u00eb quaj p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dashuri.”<\/p>\n