{"id":808854,"date":"2026-06-29T18:11:18","date_gmt":"2026-06-29T16:11:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/?p=808854"},"modified":"2026-06-29T18:11:18","modified_gmt":"2026-06-29T16:11:18","slug":"endrra-e-nje-nate-vere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/2026\/06\/29\/endrra-e-nje-nate-vere\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00cbndrra e nj\u00eb nate vere","gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"text"}]},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nga Auron Tare<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I madhi William Shakespir, n\u00eb koh\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb art\u00eb, shkroi nj\u00eb komedi kryevep\u00ebr me titull “\u00cbndrra e nj\u00eb nate vere”. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ngjarja zhvillohet n\u00eb nj\u00eb pyll ku shtojzovallet, mbreti dhe mjeshtrit q\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitnin nj\u00eb shfaqje ngat\u00ebrrohen prej nj\u00eb luleje magjike. Mjafton nj\u00eb pik\u00eb nga l\u00ebngu i saj dhe njer\u00ebzit pushojn\u00eb s\u00eb p\u00ebrdoruri arsyen. P\u00ebr fatin e tyre t\u00eb mir\u00eb, n\u00eb fund magjia prishet dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb festojn\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00ebzuar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nuk e di pse, por k\u00ebto dit\u00eb, mes zhurm\u00ebs s\u00eb madhe t\u00eb “The Albanian Files”, m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb kujtuar shpesh kjo komedi. Ndoshta sepse vite m\u00eb par\u00eb e vum\u00eb n\u00eb sken\u00eb n\u00eb teatrin e Butrintit. Ndoshta sepse mundet q\u00eb Shakespeare-i, i madh, pa e ditur, n\u00eb komedin\u00eb e tij kishte shkruar edhe nj\u00eb akt p\u00ebr Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ashtu si te kjo komedi, edhe te komedia “The Albanian Files”, nj\u00eb lule magjike, gabimisht, krijoi nj\u00eb num\u00ebr keqkuptimesh, t\u00eb cilat soll\u00ebn nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb situatash komike. Imagjinoni k\u00ebt\u00eb sken\u00eb shekspiriane q\u00eb zhvillohet e gjitha n\u00eb Butrint.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb prej shtojzovalleve t\u00eb Butrintit, me urdh\u00ebr t\u00eb Mbretit, i dha gabimisht nj\u00eb mjeshtri (arkitekti), n\u00eb qytetin e larg\u00ebt prej akulli, t\u00eb quajtur Lond\u00ebr, t\u00eb nuhaste lulen magjike. Mjeshtri mjek\u00ebrgjat\u00eb, me nj\u00eb kapele n\u00eb kok\u00eb, i trullosur nga magjia, fillon dhe projekton nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb Butrint. Mjeshtri vendos sht\u00ebpi kubike prej betoni, uj\u00ebvara, hauze me uj\u00eb, pallate e k\u00ebshtu me radh\u00eb. Mjeshtri punon i trullosur nga lulja magjike, pa e ditur se kush e dha k\u00ebt\u00eb urdh\u00ebr. Ai thjesht ngre qytetin e tij me ngadal\u00eb dhe, sapo nuhati lulen, pylli i Butrintit iu duk nj\u00eb vend bosh q\u00eb priste t\u00eb mbushej prej qytetit t\u00eb tij.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dhe Mjeshtri nisi t\u00eb vizatonte.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jo nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/span><\/p>\n

As nj\u00eb hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n

Por nj\u00eb qytet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb, pran\u00eb teatrit antik, sikur tre mij\u00eb vjet histori t\u00eb mos ishin ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb parath\u00ebnie e vizatimit t\u00eb tij.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrkaq, Mbreti, i cili kishte nj\u00eb virtyt t\u00eb rrall\u00eb besonte m\u00eb shum\u00eb Mjeshtrit e larg\u00ebt sesa \u00e7do urt\u00ebsi q\u00eb lindte pran\u00eb tij, me shkopin e gjat\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb urdh\u00ebroi nj\u00eb shtojzovalle tjet\u00ebr, flok\u00ebflori, t’ia afronte lulen magjike nj\u00eb cjapi me brir\u00eb argjendi, t\u00eb quajtur Nasuf.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cjapi Nasuf, i cili kulloste n\u00eb vath\u00ebn mbret\u00ebrore, sapo nuhati lulen magjike, u b\u00eb menj\u00ebher\u00eb Profet. I prekur nga nektari magjeps\u00ebs, ai vrapoi n\u00eb nj\u00eb l\u00ebndin\u00eb t\u00eb gjelb\u00ebr plot me kukulla dhe keca q\u00eb blegerinin. Cjapi Nasuf u flet p\u00ebr qytetin q\u00eb mjeshtri mjek\u00ebrgjat\u00eb donte t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtonte n\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb Butrintit. Kecat e vegj\u00ebl, t\u00eb trallisur nga magjia, ngren\u00eb putr\u00ebn e vog\u00ebl plot gaz, duke ndjekur Cjapin Nasuf. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb bashk\u00eb, n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, i k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb Mbretit q\u00eb nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb pyllit t\u00eb tyre, plot xix\u00ebllonja dhe zogj, t’ia jepnin mjeshtrit mjek\u00ebrgjat\u00eb, i cili k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb ngrej\u00eb qytetin e tij magjik. Mbreti, me nj\u00eb p\u00ebrkulje t\u00eb leht\u00eb t\u00eb kok\u00ebs, jep shenj\u00ebn dhe klloun\u00ebt e oborrit, plot gaz dhe hare, japin p\u00eblqimin q\u00eb mjeshtri nga vendet prej akulli ta merrte pyllin. Jo pak, por 800 hektar\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtuar qytetin magjik.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dhe, fap-fap, u mblodh oborri.<\/span><\/p>\n

E klloun\u00ebt borive u ran\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Trumpetat ushtuan n\u00eb pyll.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ta g\u00ebzosh! me nj\u00eb z\u00eb Mjeshtrit i than\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n

E shtojzovallet e shkreta mbet\u00ebn t\u00eb heshtura.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ato e dinin se n\u00eb komedin\u00eb e Shakespirit magjia zgjaste vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb nat\u00eb vere.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kur magjia u tret, zanat nuk gjet\u00ebn m\u00eb pyll. Xix\u00ebllonjat kishin ikur. Krojet heshtnin. N\u00eb vend t\u00eb lisave ngrihej qyteti i Mjeshtrit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zanat dhe flockat e liqenit, pa pyllin me xix\u00ebllonja, pa korijet e preferuara, pa krojet dhe pa magjin\u00eb e natyr\u00ebs, filluan t\u00eb qanin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ashtu si te “\u00cbndrra e nj\u00eb nate vere”, magjia mbaroi, por askush nuk ishte m\u00eb i lumtur n\u00eb qytetin antik. Pylli nuk ishte m\u00eb dhe, n\u00eb vend t\u00eb tij, nj\u00eb qytet prej betoni kishte hedhur shtat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb qytet p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin, ndoshta, nj\u00eb Shakespeare i ardhsh\u00ebm do t\u00eb shkruaj\u00eb nj\u00eb tragjedi me titull:<\/span><\/p>\n

“K\u00ebtu dikur ishte nj\u00eb pyll.”<\/span><\/p>\n