N\u00eb fillim, dukej si pleh. Nj\u00eb grumbull pajisjesh t\u00eb l\u00ebna n\u00eb buz\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb shk\u00ebmbi. Litar, nj\u00eb xhaket\u00eb e grisur, nj\u00eb elektrik koke i thyer. T\u00eb gjitha t\u00eb vendosura shum\u00eb past\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb nj\u00eb aksident. Xhasperi ndaloi, d\u00ebgjoi. Nuk kishte z\u00ebra, as hapa, vet\u00ebm era q\u00eb p\u00ebrplasej pas shk\u00ebmbit dhe zhdukej te pem\u00ebt posht\u00eb. Vendi t\u00eb jepte nj\u00eb ndjesi t\u00eb keqe. N\u00ebse dikujt do t\u2019i binte \u00e7anta, ajo do t\u00eb rr\u00ebshqiste. N\u00ebse stuhia do ta kishte shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb, gj\u00ebrat do t\u00eb ishin kudo. Por kjo dukej e skenuar, sikur dikush e kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb aty dhe nuk ishte kthyer m\u00eb kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ai u afrua. \u00c7anta e shpin\u00ebs ishte gj\u00ebja m\u00eb e past\u00ebr aty. Jo e re, thjesht m\u00eb pak e shkat\u00ebrruar se pjesa tjet\u00ebr. Xhasperi u ul pran\u00eb saj, duke pasur kujdes t\u00eb mos e zhvendoste pesh\u00ebn e tij pran\u00eb skajit t\u00eb gremin\u00ebs. Ai priste gj\u00ebra normale: nj\u00eb shishe uji, ushqime, nj\u00eb hart\u00eb, nj\u00eb thik\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb. E hapi dhe ngriu. Jo prej gjakut, jo prej ndonj\u00eb gj\u00ebje t\u00eb dukshme, por sepse brend\u00ebsia nuk kishte pajisje ecjeje. Ishte e organizuar: qese plastike, en\u00eb t\u00eb vogla t\u00eb vulosura, nj\u00eb mushama e palosur, nj\u00eb rrotull teli t\u00eb holl\u00eb dhe sip\u00ebr nj\u00eb sh\u00ebnim i shkruar shpejt. Shkrim i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, sikur stilolapsi po dridhej.<\/p>\n
Syt\u00eb e Xhasperit l\u00ebviz\u00ebn n\u00ebp\u00ebr rreshta. Fyti iu shtr\u00ebngua. Sh\u00ebnimi nuk lexohej si nj\u00eb tabel\u00eb paralajm\u00ebruese q\u00eb njer\u00ebzit vendosin n\u00ebp\u00ebr shtigje. Lexohej si nj\u00eb mesazh q\u00eb dikush e kishte shkruar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb person t\u00eb vet\u00ebm dhe m\u00eb pas i kishte mbaruar koha. “Mos zbrit posht\u00eb. Ka dal\u00eb jasht\u00eb. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb qen. Ka qen\u00eb i qet\u00eb.” Xhasperi e rilexoi edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb, duke shpresuar se e kishte keqkuptuar. Pastaj nj\u00eb rresht tjet\u00ebr: “N\u00ebse e d\u00ebgjon, mos e k\u00ebrko.”<\/p>\n
Era goditi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri shk\u00ebmbin dhe pem\u00ebt posht\u00eb l\u00ebviz\u00ebn si nj\u00eb val\u00eb e vetme e err\u00ebt. Xhasperi ndjeu nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7mendur p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur. Nj\u00eb sh\u00ebnim n\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ant\u00eb shpine, por duart e tij nuk ndjenin d\u00ebshir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur. I ndjente t\u00eb ftohta. Ai u detyrua t\u00eb vazhdonte kontrollin e \u00e7ant\u00ebs sikur provat do ta b\u00ebnin k\u00ebt\u00eb situat\u00eb t\u00eb kishte kuptim. Kishte nj\u00eb etiket\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl metalike t\u00eb kapur pas nj\u00eb qeseje. Pa em\u00ebr, vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb num\u00ebr i shkruar me markera. Nj\u00eb qese tjet\u00ebr kishte nj\u00eb er\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb kimike. Dhe e futur n\u00eb xhepin an\u00ebsor, nj\u00eb telefon i vjet\u00ebr. Bateri e vdekur.<\/p>\n
Xhasperi shikoi s\u00ebrish p\u00ebrreth. Ende askush. Pastaj d\u00ebgjoi di\u00e7ka nga pylli posht\u00eb. Jo z\u00eb. Nj\u00eb lloj fishk\u00ebllime t\u00eb ul\u00ebt, sikur ajri po t\u00ebrhiqej p\u00ebrmes di\u00e7kaje t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb. Ai priti. Heshtje. Pastaj erdhi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb af\u00ebr. Truri i Xhasperit u p\u00ebrpoq ta em\u00ebrtonte: dhelp\u00ebr, dre, zog, por nuk ngjante me asnj\u00ebrin prej tyre. Ting\u00ebllonte gabim, sikur di\u00e7ka po ushtronte nj\u00eb tingull q\u00eb nuk e njihte plot\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n