Shkrimtari austriak Stefan Zweig n\u00eb biografin\u00eb e tij i\u2019a kushton nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb takimit t\u00eb tij t\u00eb fundit me Sigmund Freud. T\u00eb dy, sa ishin n\u00eb Vjen\u00eb n\u00eb vitet \u201920-t\u00eb t\u00eb shek.XX, n\u00eb kulmin e fam\u00ebs kishin shk\u00ebmbyer shum\u00eb her\u00eb letra me nj\u00ebri tjetrin.<\/p>\n
Pasi Vjena bie n\u00eb duart e nazist\u00ebve, Frojdi migron n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr. Cvajgu nuk rresht asnj\u00ebher\u00eb q\u00eb t\u2019i vizitoj\u00eb shok\u00ebt e tij.<\/p>\n
Takimi i tyre i fundit, si\u00e7 shpjegohet n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb shk\u00ebputur nga biografia e Cvajgut, ndodh n\u00eb nj\u00eb lagje t\u00eb humbur t\u00eb Londr\u00ebs. Frojdi aso kohe 80 vje\u00e7ar, vuante nga kanceri i nofull\u00ebs.<\/span><\/p>\n Cvajgu p\u00ebrshkruan n\u00eb detaje sesi ishte takimi m\u00eb i v\u00ebshtir\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e tij.<\/p>\n \u201cAi burr\u00eb q\u00eb po gjente tani strehim n\u00eb Lond\u00ebr pasi kishte ikur nga atdheu i vet, t\u00eb cilit ia pati rritur lavdin\u00eb n\u00eb mbar\u00eb bot\u00ebn e p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha koh\u00ebrat, me mosh\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte qe tanim\u00eb nj\u00eb plak e nj\u00eb njeri i s\u00ebmur\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Por nuk ishte aspak nj\u00eb burr\u00eb i lodhur e i k\u00ebrrusur. Me vete isha trembur nj\u00eb \u00e7ik se mos m\u00eb dukej i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar ose i tronditur pas t\u00ebr\u00eb atyre \u00e7asteve torturuese q\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kishte kaluar n\u00eb Vjen\u00eb, por e pash\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb lir\u00eb e madje m\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur se kurr\u00eb. M\u00eb shpuri n\u00eb kopshtin e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb q\u00eb kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb lagje t\u00eb jashtme t\u00eb Londr\u00ebs. \u201cA kam pasur ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur se kjo?\u201d, m\u00eb pyeti me nj\u00eb n\u00ebnqeshje gazmore n\u00eb ato buz\u00eb dikur aq t\u00eb rrepta. M\u00eb tregoi statuj\u00ebzat e veta t\u00eb dashura egjiptiane, q\u00eb ia kishte shp\u00ebtuar Marie Bonaparti, dhe shtoi: \u201cA nuk jam p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb time?\u201d<\/p>\n Mbi tryez\u00eb ndodheshin flet\u00ebt e m\u00ebdha t\u00eb dor\u00ebshkrimit t\u00eb tij, dhe vazhdonte t\u00eb shkruante \u00e7do dit\u00eb, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn tet\u00ebdhjetetrevje\u00e7are, me po at\u00eb shkrim t\u00eb qart\u00eb e t\u00eb rrumbullt, me po at\u00eb kthjellt\u00ebsi mendore t\u00eb viteve t\u00eb veta m\u00eb t\u00eb mira dhe po aq i plaodhur; vullneti i tij i fort\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrballuar gjith\u00e7ka, s\u00ebmundjen, mosh\u00ebn, m\u00ebrgimin, dhe tani p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00ebn her\u00eb po v\u00ebrshonte lirsh\u00ebm prej tij ajo mir\u00ebsia e shpirtit, e ndrydhur gjat\u00eb vitesh t\u00eb shumta lufte. Mosha vet\u00ebm se e kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb, sprovat e kaluara vet\u00ebm se e kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb tolerant. Tani b\u00ebnte nganj\u00ebher\u00eb ca gjeste t\u00eb k\u00ebndshme q\u00eb nuk i kisha v\u00ebn\u00eb re kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb te ky burr\u00eb aq i p\u00ebrmbajtur; t\u00eb hidhte krahun supeve, dhe q\u00eb prapa xhamave vezullues t\u00eb gjyslykeve syt\u00eb e tij t\u00eb v\u00ebshtronin m\u00eb me ngroht\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb atyre viteve q\u00eb njiheshim, nj\u00eb bised\u00eb me Frojdin m\u00eb kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe intelektuale. M\u00ebsoje prej tij dhe njeherazi e admiroje, e ndieje se t\u00eb kuptonte n\u00eb \u00e7do fjal\u00eb ai burr\u00eb mrekullisht i zhveshur nga \u00e7dolloj paragjykimi, q\u00eb nuk e trembte asnj\u00eb pohim, q\u00eb nuk e shqet\u00ebsonte asnj\u00eb pretendim, dhe q\u00eb vullneti p\u00ebr t\u2019u m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve qart\u00ebsin\u00eb e mendimit e t\u00eb ndjenjave i qe b\u00ebr\u00eb prej koh\u00ebsh nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb instinktive q\u00eb e drejtonte n\u00eb jet\u00eb.<\/p>\n Por at\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb e jasht\u00ebzakonshme t\u00eb atyre bisedave t\u00eb gjata nuk e kam ndier kurr\u00eb me mir\u00ebnjohje m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe sesa n\u00eb at\u00eb vit t\u00eb zymt\u00eb, n\u00eb at\u00eb vit t\u00eb fundit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Qysh nga \u00e7asti kur hyje n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e tij, marr\u00ebzia e bot\u00ebs jasht\u00eb dukej sikur qe davaritur. Gj\u00ebrat m\u00eb mizore shnd\u00ebrroheshin n\u00eb abstrakte, gj\u00ebrat m\u00eb t\u00eb koklavitura kthjelloheshin, nd\u00ebrsa gj\u00ebrat m\u00eb t\u00eb lidhura me aktualitetin renditeshin t\u00eb p\u00ebrvuajtura n\u00eb fazat e m\u00ebdha ciklike. P\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00ebn her\u00eb pash\u00eb nj\u00eb dijetar t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, q\u00eb ngrihej mbi vetveten, q\u00eb edhe dhembjen e vdekjen nuk i konceptonte m\u00eb si p\u00ebrjetim vetjak, por si objekt hulumtimi jasht\u00eb vetes; vdekja e tij qe nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr po aq e madhe morale sa dhe jeta e tij.<\/p>\n Frojdi vuante at\u00ebher\u00eb nga nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje e r\u00ebnd\u00eb, e cila shum\u00eb shpejt do t\u00eb na e merrte. Dukej sheshit se qiellza artificiale e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb fliste me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi, dhe njeriut i vinte zor p\u00ebr \u00e7do fjal\u00eb q\u00eb ai thoshte, sepse detyrohej t\u00eb sforcohej p\u00ebr ta shqiptuar. Por nuk e l\u00ebshonte bashk\u00ebbiseduesin, shpirti i tij i \u00e7elikt\u00eb tregonte nj\u00eb ambicie t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019u d\u00ebshmuar miqve q\u00eb vullneti i tij vazhdonte t\u00eb ishte m\u00eb i fort\u00eb se v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsit\u00eb meskine q\u00eb i shkaktonte trupi.<\/p>\n Me buz\u00ebt e deformuara nga dhembja, ndenji ulur n\u00eb tryez\u00ebn e pun\u00ebs dhe shkroi deri n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e fundit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, madje nat\u00ebn, kur dhembjet ia arratisnin gjumin, at\u00eb gjum\u00eb mrekullisht t\u00eb thell\u00eb e t\u00eb sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm, q\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb burimi kryesor i forc\u00ebs s\u00eb tij p\u00ebr tet\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vjet m\u00eb radh\u00eb, nuk pranonte t\u00eb pinte hape p\u00ebr gjum\u00eb ose t\u00eb b\u00ebnte injeksione me morfin\u00eb. Nuk pranonte ta turbullonte p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast me qet\u00ebsues t\u00eb till\u00eb kthjellt\u00ebsin\u00eb e t\u00eb menduarit; m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb vuante e t\u00eb rrinte pa gjum\u00eb, m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb mendonte mes dhembjeve torturuese sesa t\u00eb mos mendonte dot fare, m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb mbetej si hero i mendimit d\u00ebri n\u00eb fund, deri n\u00eb castin m\u00eb t\u00eb fundit. Ishte nj\u00eb luft\u00eb e tmerrshme, nj\u00eb luft\u00eb p\u00ebrher\u00eb e m\u00eb e madh\u00ebrishme sa m\u00eb tep\u00ebr q\u00eb zgjaste.<\/p>\n \u00c7do her\u00eb q\u00eb shkoja p\u00ebr ta par\u00eb, vija re se vdekja po hidhte gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb qart\u00eb hijen e vet mbi fytyr\u00ebn e tij. Po i zgavronte faqet, po i gdhendte t\u00ebmthat, po i shtremb\u00ebronte goj\u00ebn, po ia pengonte buz\u00ebt t\u00eb flisnin, por vet\u00ebm kund\u00ebr syve t\u00eb tij, kund\u00ebr asaj kulle v\u00ebzhgimi t\u00eb papushtueshme, nga e cila mendja e tij heroike sodiste bot\u00ebn, xhelati i zi nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebnte dot asgj\u00eb; mendja dhe syt\u00eb i mbet\u00ebn t\u00eb kthjell\u00ebt deri n\u00eb \u00e7astin e fundit.<\/p>\n Shk\u00ebputur nga libri: \u201cBota e djeshme\u201d- Stefan Zweig Shkrimtari austriak Stefan Zweig n\u00eb biografin\u00eb e tij i\u2019a kushton nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb takimit t\u00eb tij t\u00eb fundit me Sigmund Freud. T\u00eb dy, sa ishin n\u00eb Vjen\u00eb n\u00eb vitet \u201920-t\u00eb t\u00eb shek.XX, n\u00eb kulmin e fam\u00ebs kishin shk\u00ebmbyer shum\u00eb her\u00eb letra me nj\u00ebri tjetrin. Pasi Vjena bie n\u00eb duart e nazist\u00ebve, Frojdi migron n\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12348,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,14,15,19],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nP\u00ebrktheu: Aristidh Ristani<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"