Andre Malraux ishte shkrimtar dhe politikan francez. Kur De Gaulle kishte themeluar Republik\u00ebn e Pest\u00eb n\u00eb vitin 1958 dhe ishte zgjedhur President, Malraux u zgjodh Minist\u00ebr i Shtetit p\u00ebr \u00c7\u00ebshtjet e Kultur\u00ebs, n\u00eb janar t\u00eb vitit 1959. Sidoqoft\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb futemi n\u00eb detaje t\u00eb tilla. Megjith\u00ebse p\u00ebr Nabokovin pik\u00ebrisht tek detajet, ishte Zoti. Andre Malraux, n\u00eb librin e tij t\u00eb par\u00eb, Pushtuesit, thot\u00eb di\u00e7ka interesante dhe p\u00ebrderisa shiu nuk e ka nd\u00ebrmend t\u00eb ndalet, m\u00eb lejoni t\u00eb ndaj\u00eb me ju nj\u00eb pjes\u00ebz\u00eb t\u00eb librit. Q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb tragjike dhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb qesharake. Gjat\u00eb Komun\u00ebs s\u00eb Parisit ishte burgosur nj\u00eb trashaman. Si kund\u00ebrp\u00ebgjigje ndaj k\u00ebtij vendimi, trashamani klithte se gjat\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij nuk ishte marr\u00eb me politik\u00eb. Nj\u00eb njeri i men\u00e7ur i ishte p\u00ebrgjigjur se pik\u00ebrisht kjo ishte arsyeja. Dhe m\u00eb pas ja kishte thyer qaf\u00ebn. Sa p\u00ebr fillim kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e mjaftueshme. P\u00ebr t\u00eb mos th\u00ebn\u00eb pak e tep\u00ebrt.<\/p>\n
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Ky vend ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mbushur me kafsh\u00eb t\u00eb tmerrshme politike. M\u00eb shpez\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl politik, q\u00eb qukasin mbi kokat tona t\u00eb rrjepura. Organizimi i jet\u00ebs s\u00eb bashk\u00ebsis\u00eb n\u00eb esenc\u00eb, del t\u00eb jet\u00eb i dob\u00ebt. Thell\u00ebsisht i nd\u00ebrtuar mbi parimin e mediokritetit, interesit personal dhe grabitjes. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb e din\u00eb. Por ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb e kemi t\u00eb domosdoshme t\u00eb themi disa gj\u00ebra q\u00eb i thon\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb. T\u00eb mos rr\u00ebshqas\u00eb n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb grop\u00eb letrare. Dua t\u00eb them mua nuk m\u00eb duhet nj\u00eb kaos shoq\u00ebror q\u00eb ka baz\u00eb politike. Nuk m\u00eb duhet nj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim i thell\u00eb njer\u00ebzor me karakter politik. M\u00eb ndjeni n\u00ebse b\u00ebhem idiot. P\u00ebr zemr\u00ebn time t\u00eb dob\u00ebt, jan\u00eb t\u00eb mjaftueshme \u00e7\u00ebshtje t\u00eb tjera metafizike. Nuk m\u00eb duhet nj\u00eb atdhe i dal\u00eb mendsh apo nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb form\u00eb t\u00eb vez\u00ebs. Mohoj fuqish\u00ebm nj\u00eb atdhe q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon gjakun. Dhe af\u00ebrmendsh provon t\u00eb krijoj viktim\u00ebn. Nj\u00eb atdhe tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb k\u00ebndon pas vdekjes. N\u00ebse patjet\u00ebr do t\u00eb m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetesha dhe t\u00eb besoja tek nj\u00eb koncept ideal i organizimit shoq\u00ebror dhe rrjedhimisht tek mir\u00ebqenia e k\u00ebsaj t\u00eb fundit, at\u00ebher\u00eb do t\u00eb ngulmoja q\u00eb e gjitha \u00e7far\u00eb ka mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb mbetej tek un\u00eb, t\u00eb ishte shpresa. Dhe jo shpresa p\u00ebr nj\u00eb t\u00eb ardhme t\u00eb ndritur. Kush dreqin beson n\u00eb di\u00e7ka t\u00eb till\u00eb. Shpresa p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb rehat brenda zhg\u00ebnjimit t\u00eb madh, q\u00eb po na futet n\u00eb goj\u00eb. Duket se kaq \u00ebsht\u00eb e mjaftueshme. Tragjikisht e bollshme. Dhe krejt n\u00eb fund, nuk b\u00ebhem rehat pa e th\u00ebn\u00eb edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb, do t\u00eb doja nj\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb elementare. T\u00eb mos isha nj\u00eb qenie politike. T\u00eb hiqja dor\u00eb nj\u00ebher\u00eb e mir\u00eb nga \u00e7do p\u00ebrkat\u00ebsi. Duket se gj\u00ebrat shihen qart\u00eb. Lufta p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbetur n\u00eb pushtet \u00ebsht\u00eb e nj\u00ebjt\u00eb me luft\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb pushtetin. Asgj\u00eb nuk dallon. Jemi sall ne. Mendje t\u00eb brengosura duke v\u00ebshtruar t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht indiferent. Ngase duket se ky \u00ebsht\u00eb i vetmi revolucion i nj\u00ebmendt\u00eb. I vetmi revolucion njer\u00ebzor. K\u00ebndejpari. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Me njer\u00ebz t\u00eb \u00e7uar pesh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl q\u00eb, hajde ta themi k\u00ebsaj radhe, nuk vuan nga mungesa nj\u00eb politikani t\u00eb mir\u00eb por nga mungesa e nj\u00eb njeriu t\u00eb mir\u00eb, q\u00eb merret me politik\u00eb. Kjo sado q\u00eb duket se ka nj\u00eb tingull romantik p\u00ebr mua del t\u00eb jet\u00eb fundi i \u00e7\u00ebshtjeve. Atdheu \u00ebsht\u00eb pron\u00eb e vetme e majmun\u00ebve politik. Dhe patetizmi sado i g\u00ebrditsh\u00ebm ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb b\u00ebhet ushqim i yni.<\/p>\n
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P\u00ebrderisa po drekonim n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb restauranti serb q\u00eb dukej i lasht\u00eb, nj\u00eb kamariere e vjet\u00ebr e cila sh\u00ebrbente si nj\u00eb flutur, u fut n\u00eb mes bisedave tona dhe pa e ditur asgj\u00eb mbi identetitet tona komb\u00ebtare, i pa rus\u00ebt si t\u00eb duhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb shaluar n\u00ebnat tona. Gjithmon\u00eb dikush shalon n\u00ebna. Dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb e thonte duke buz\u00ebqeshur. Ngase sipas saj ashtu e meritonim. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb kur pas disa dit\u00ebsh po ktheheshim n\u00eb Prishtin\u00eb dhe derisa autobusi i mbushur me njer\u00ebz t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm e me identitete komb\u00ebtare t\u00eb ndryshme pasi kaloi kufirin u ndal, p\u00ebr t\u00eb ja dh\u00ebn\u00eb mund\u00ebsin\u00eb e pushimit udh\u00ebtar\u00ebve, nj\u00eb vetur\u00eb me dritare t\u00eb hapura n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb nat\u00ebs, u afrua af\u00ebr nesh. Dhe nga aty jehonte nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb folklorike shqipe. Duke marr\u00eb shkas p\u00ebr t\u00eb vepruar e duke menduar se t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ne ishim serb, dy hajvan\u00ebt e zem\u00ebruar, po th\u00ebrrisnin nj\u00eb shqiptar me gishtin e tyre tregues duke menduar se ishte nje serb. Un\u00eb kam nj\u00eb pyetje t\u00eb vetme. P\u00ebrse nuk e mor\u00ebn vesh nga pamja e tij e jashtme q\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb shqiptar dhe jo nj\u00eb serb. Duket se ishin mashtruar keq nga b\u00ebrthama natyrore. Sidoqoft\u00eb ajo se \u00e7far\u00eb d\u00ebshironin. Ajo se \u00e7far\u00eb kishin n\u00eb mendje. Ishte leht\u00eb e konstatueshme. Lig\u00ebsia nuk ka nj\u00eb identitet. E keqja \u00ebsht\u00eb kudo. Dhe politika po kalb\u00ebzon trurin ton\u00eb. Trurin ton\u00eb t\u00eb mjer\u00eb. T\u00eb shp\u00ebrlar\u00eb. Nj\u00eb tru t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt ballkanik, q\u00eb funksionon i tensionuar. E vetmja liri \u00ebsht\u00eb kur koka futet n\u00eb gjinjt\u00eb e dikujt q\u00eb e dashuron. Dhe p\u00ebr pak \u00e7aste merr fund \u00e7do gj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
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Andre Malraux ishte shkrimtar dhe politikan francez. Kur De Gaulle kishte themeluar Republik\u00ebn e Pest\u00eb n\u00eb vitin 1958 dhe ishte zgjedhur President, Malraux u zgjodh Minist\u00ebr i Shtetit p\u00ebr \u00c7\u00ebshtjet e Kultur\u00ebs, n\u00eb janar t\u00eb vitit 1959. Sidoqoft\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb futemi n\u00eb detaje t\u00eb tilla. Megjith\u00ebse p\u00ebr Nabokovin pik\u00ebrisht tek detajet, ishte Zoti. Andre […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":511,"featured_media":11082,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[2066,998],"ppma_author":[1403],"class_list":["post-4621","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-opinion","tag-andre-malraux","tag-politike"],"authors":[{"term_id":1403,"user_id":511,"is_guest":0,"slug":"shpetim-selmani","display_name":"Shp\u00ebtim Selmani","avatar_url":{"url":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/shpetim-selmani.jpg","url2x":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/shpetim-selmani.jpg"},"user_url":"","last_name":"Selmani","first_name":"Shp\u00ebtim","description":"Shp\u00ebtim Selmani \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb shkrimtar dhe aktor kosovar. Ka studiuar n\u00eb Universitetin e Prishtin\u00ebs. Ai ka luajtur n\u00eb sken\u00eb brenda dhe jasht\u00eb vendit."}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4621","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/511"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4621"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11199,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4621\/revisions\/11199"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/11082"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4621"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sbunker.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/ppma_author?post=4621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}