AMANETI I VILSONIT !

AMANETI I VILSONIT, nga BEDRI BLLOSHMI

Sapo mora vesh se vëllain po e çonin drejt pushkatimit më ra të fikët. Mbas të fiktit, i hapa sytë me shumë vështirësi, më dhimbte gjithë trupi! Koka sa nuk po më pëlciste, kyçet e duarve dhe të këmbëve nuk i ndjeja. Në birucën që më kishin çuar për të mos dëgjuar për të fundit herë zërin e Gencit dhe Vilsonit, pashë se Rustem Dashi po më rrinte tek koka i shqetësuar.

Me Rustemin jemi nga i njëjti fshat dhe të dënuar bashkë. Lëviza me zor dhe munda të mbështetesha në mur. E dija se Rustemi kishte qenë në birucë në 30 ditët e fundit me Vilsonin. Mezi po prisja të dija se çfarë amaneti mund të kishte lënë Vilsoni dhe çfarë ka përjetuar në momentet e fundit kur erdhën ta merrnin.

Kur u përmenda pashë Rustemin që ishte krah meje. 

E kishin sjellë në dhomën ku isha unë me të dënuarit e tjerë. Menjëherë e pyeta se çfarë tha Vilu kur e morën. Ai u përlot dhe duke thithur cigaren më tha:

“Bedri, të rrishë shtrirë 35 ditë lidhur kokë e këmbë është shumë e vështirë. Trupi të bëhet plagë, duart më keq; nga era e rëndë e helmetës në kokë trullosesh. Djersa i rridhte mbi plagë prej vapës përvëlonjëse. Dorën e majtë e kishte gati të nxirë nga prangat qysh prej hetuesisë në Tiranë. Kërkonin ta dërgonin në Belgjikë me mision te daja juaj. Këtë më tha. Disa herë kishte ardhur vetë Kadri Hazbiu në birucë, por Vilsoni nuk pranoi kurrë”!

I thashë, “Rustem, këto i di se kam folur në mur me Vilsonin dhe Gencin; unë dua çastet e fundit, kur e morën nga biruca”.

I thashë, “Rustem, këto i di se kam folur në mur me Vilsonin dhe Gencin; unë dua çastet e fundit, kur e morën nga biruca”. natë nuk hëngri edhe pse iu luta shumë. I thashë, ha pak Vili se të ka ardhur ushqim nga familja. Ha pak nga dora e mamasë tënde dhe mos u mërzit se nuk dihet çfarë ka vendosur Zoti. Ai ma preu: jo! Pastaj më tha se do të hante më vonë. Ishte i dërrmuar krejt. E ktheva me kurriz nga dera, rrinte i heshtur dhe i mpirë.

Pas ca orësh u dëgjua kërcitja e hekurave të derës së korridorit.

Unë kisha filluar të dremitja, por sa i dëgjova që erdhën, brofa në këmbë. Korridori zhurmonte nga hapat e tyre. Në fillim hapën derën e Gencit. U dëgjua zhurma e prangave.

Mendova se i kishte ardhur falja dhe po e zgjidhnin. U mbyll biruca e tij dhe u hap dera përballë. Aty vetëm heshtje; as fjalë, as lëvizje, asgjë! Pas pak hapat u drejtuan nga ne, hapet biruca jonë dhe me vete u binda se erdhi falja. Tek dera doli shefi i hetuesisë, Selim Caka. Brenda u futën dy policë. Kryetari i Degës, Merdar Hasa nuk hyri, qëndroi në korridor i shoqëruar nga disa civilë.

U ngrita në këmbë dhe u tërhoqa pas murit.

E ngritën në këmbë, i vendosën një litar tek prangat e duarve dhe ia kaluan rreth trupit. Unë vetëm dridhesha. Cepin tjetër të litarit e mbante dikush tjetër. “Hajde”, thirri një nga ata. Mora xhaketën dhe ia hodha krahëve. Vilsoni bëri një gjysëm hapi, u ndal dhe u kthye nga unë: “Rustem, më tha me atë zërin e tij burrëror, ma bëj hallall, më ke shërbyer kaq ditë. Do të lë një amanet, se ti do dalësh më shpejt se Bedriu nga burgu. Ti e pe gjyqin si u bë e si vajti.

Unë skam pranuar asgjë pasi nuk bëra asnjë krim. Thuaju në shtëpi se nuk i turpërova. Diana me gocën të shikojnë punën e tyre.

Ky qe fati im. Nuk e zgjodha unë. Lamtumirë Rustem”! Unë shtanga i mbërthyer pas murit. Ikën. Kërciti përsëri dera e jashtme ndërsa veshët e mi gumëzhinin papushim:

“Rustem ma bëj hallall... thuaju... që nuk i kam turpëruar... Diana të shohë punën e saj... me vajzën”... që se kishte parë me sy.

Me njerën dorë Rustemi mbante cigaren e me tjetrën fshinte lotët që i rridhnin mbi faqe; dhe unë, që e dëgjoja, kisha dalldisur fare nga kjo botë. Rustemi më tregoi se kishte qenë 5 ditë në birucë me Gencin. Ishte i llahtarisur ngaqë nuk kishte parë asnjëherë një njeri të lidhur kokë e këmbë ashtu si Gencin.

“Edhe pse ishte i tronditur, Gencit i thashë: “çfarë the ashtu në gjyq, pse e bëre këtë”? Ai po qante dhe nuk më ktheu asnjë përgjigje. I kërkoi nja dy a tri herë rojes që t’i sillnin shefin e hetuesisë, Selim Cakën, por ai nuk u duk asnjëherë. Këto fjalë m’i tha me lot në sy”.
Shkëputur nga libri i Bedri Blloshmit “Dosja Formulare 1594”

VILSON’S LAST WISH

By BEDRI BLLOSHMI

As soon as I heard that they were taking my brother toward his execution, I fainted. After passing out, I opened my eyes with great difficulty; my whole body hurt! My head felt like it was about to burst, and I couldn’t feel the joints of my hands or feet. In the cell where they had placed me—so I would not hear Genc’s and Vilson’s voices one last time—I saw that Rustem Dashi was sitting at my head, worried.

Rustem and I are from the same village and sentenced together. I moved with difficulty and managed to lean against the wall. I knew Rustem had been in the cell these last 30 days with Vilson. I was desperate to learn what final words or last wish Vilson had left, and what he had endured in his final moments when they came to take him. When I regained consciousness, I saw Rustem beside me. They had brought him into the room where I was kept with the other prisoners. I immediately asked him what Vilu had said when they took him. He teared up and, drawing on his cigarette, told me:

“Bedri, to lie 35 days tied hand and foot is something unbearable. Your body becomes one big wound, your hands even worse; the stench inside the helmet on his head would make him dizzy. Sweat ran over his wounds from the scorching heat. His left hand was almost black from the handcuffs since the interrogations in Tirana. They wanted to send him to Belgium on a mission to your uncle. That’s what he told me. Kadri Hazbiu himself had come several times to the cell, but Vilson never agreed!”

I said, “Rustem, I know these things—I spoke through the wall with Vilson and Genc; I want his last moments, when they took him from the cell.”

Rustem began to tell me: “That night he didn’t eat, even though I begged him. I said, ‘Eat a little, Vili, food has come from your family. Eat something from your mother’s hand and don’t be upset—no one knows what God has decided.’ He cut me off: no! Then he said he’d eat later. He was completely worn down. I turned him with his back to the door; he stayed silent and numb.

After a few hours, the iron door of the corridor creaked. I had begun to doze off, but as soon as I heard them coming, I jumped to my feet. The corridor echoed with their footsteps. First, they opened Genc’s door. The sound of handcuffs was heard. I thought his pardon had arrived and they were unshackling him. His cell closed and the door across from him opened. Only silence there; no words, no movement, nothing! After a moment, the footsteps came toward us; our cell opened, and I became convinced a pardon had arrived.

At the door stood the chief of interrogation, Selim Caka. Two policemen entered. The Head of the Branch, Merdar Hasa, didn’t come in; he stood in the corridor, accompanied by several civilians.

I stood up and pulled myself against the wall. ‘Wake him,’ one of the guards told me. ‘He’s not sleeping,’ I answered. Then Vilson spoke. ‘Rustem, turn me a little. I know why they’ve come—today is the 35th day, so today my torture of lying bound hand and foot ends.’ Axhemi (the officer in charge of the guards), holding the key, removed the leg irons, then the chain linking his feet to his hands.

They lifted him to his feet, tied a rope to the handcuffs on his wrists, and looped it around his body. I was shaking. Someone else held the other end of the rope. ‘Let’s go,’ one of them said. I took his jacket and threw it over his shoulders. Vilson took half a step, stopped, and turned to me:

‘Rustem,’ he said in his manly voice, ‘forgive me, you served me all these days. I’m leaving you one last wish: you will get out of prison sooner than Bedri. You saw how the trial went. I didn’t admit to anything because I committed no crime. Tell them at home that I brought them no shame. Diana and the girl should mind their own lives. This was my fate. I did not choose it. Farewell, Rustem!’

I froze, pressed against the wall. They left. The outer door slammed again as my ears rang without stopping: ‘Rustem, forgive me… tell them… I brought them no shame… Diana should mind her life… with the girl…’ whom he had never seen with his own eyes.

Some time had passed with those words echoing in my ears, when suddenly the cell opened for breakfast. I couldn’t eat. I begged the guard to move me from that cell—I couldn’t stay there anymore. They took me out, leaving behind Vilson with his final words, the blanket, and the bowl of soup in the corner of the cell.

With one hand Rustem held his cigarette, and with the other he wiped the tears running down his cheeks; and I, listening to him, felt as though I had left this world entirely. Rustem told me he had spent five days in the cell with Genc. He was horrified because he had never seen a man bound hand and foot the way Genc was.

“Even though he was devastated,” said Rustem, “I asked Genc: ‘What did you say in court like that? Why did you do it?’ He was crying and didn’t answer me. He asked the guard two or three times to bring the chief of interrogation, Selim Caka, but the man never showed up. Those are the words he told me, with tears in his eyes.”

Excerpt from Bedri Blloshmi’s book “The Form File 1594”