Pogradec, 28 gusht 1961<\/p>\n
I dashur Mustafa dhe e dashura motra Merushe, Kjo e uruar let\u00ebr u b\u00eb litar me krye, po pa fund.<\/p>\n
Udh\u00ebs takova shum\u00eb t\u00eb njohur t\u00eb mijt\u00eb dhe t\u00eb babajt. Ndenj\u00ebm u \u00e7lodh\u00ebm n\u00eb varret e sheshuar, duke pritur t\u00eb dal\u00eb h\u00ebna, po kjo vonoi. Doruntina m\u00ebrzitej, e kish lodhur shum\u00eb banja e dit\u00ebs, udha. E mbajta pak n\u00eb krah\u00eb pastaj e mori Efterpi. Zbritme. H\u00ebna doli kur rrinim buz\u00eb liqenit: e madhe, e kuqe. Pastaj u zbardh, mori vrull e lundroi n\u00ebp\u00ebr hap\u00ebsir\u00eb. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt m\u00eb vun\u00eb nj\u00ebmij\u00eb e nj\u00ebqind pyetje \u201cSi \u00ebsht\u00eb h\u00ebna? \u00c7\u2019ka prapa atij mali? Po n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb ka h\u00ebn\u00eb tani? \u00cbsht\u00eb i madh ai yll? (Af\u00ebrdita). Sa nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi apo m\u2019i vog\u00ebl?\u201d<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb bluaja mendime t\u00eb tjera: \u201c\u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb vall\u00eb kjo harmoni kaq e p\u00ebrsosur? Q\u00eb ku vijm\u00eb e ku shkojm\u00eb? Sa rr\u00ebke njer\u00ebzish kan\u00eb shkelur n\u00eb k\u00ebto ranishte dhe ku jan\u00eb tani?\u201d Dhe mendja m\u00eb shkon me drithma tek ai q\u00eb s\u2019guxoj t\u2019i p\u00ebrmend emrin, sepse jam tep\u00ebr i vog\u00ebl-hij\u2019 e nj\u00eb grimce t\u00eb nj\u00eb st\u00ebrgrimce \u2013 tek ai q\u00eb ka shum\u00eb emra, por q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb i vet\u00ebm dhe mbi t\u00eb gjitha dyshimet e mija birucore, dua me gjith\u00eb shpirt q\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb, t\u00eb mposht\u00eb mohimet e mija dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb preh\u00eb atje ku dua vet\u00eb, atje ku thash\u00eb, n\u00eb vetmi. O zot, duhet t\u00eb jesh, sepse pa Ty nuk prehem dot!<\/p>\n
K\u00ebndova pothuaj t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb \u201cAntologjin\u00eb poetike\u201d t\u00eb Viktor Hygoit, n\u00eb p\u00ebrkthimin e \u201cSotir Cacit\u201d. Me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb p\u00ebrkthimi \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb. Po kush e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb p\u00ebrkthim? Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb pun\u00eb e ngeshme, e javashme, jasht\u00eb normave. Dhe ka nj\u00eb vandak t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb fjal\u00ebsh q\u00eb s\u2019jan\u00eb t\u00eb shqip\u00ebronj\u00ebsit. K\u00ebto t\u00eb gjitha po t\u2019i them m\u00eb kot: un\u00eb e di se kush e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb shqip\u00ebrim, sepse kam par\u00eb dor\u00ebshkrimet dhe di se si u pjes\u00ebtuan\u2026 parat\u00eb. Mistifikime, merceranizma t\u00eb padenja p\u00ebr nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb shkruan. Sidoqoft\u00eb, un\u00eb s`e b\u00ebj dot, kurr\u00eb, kurr\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb Belgrad, Shutja (Dhimit\u00ebr Shuteriqi) m\u00eb pat pyetur: \u2013 Mitrush, \u00e7\u2019do b\u00ebnje ti po t\u00eb kishe gjetur nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr t\u00eb pabotuar t\u00eb nj\u00eb shkrimtari t\u00eb vdekur?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ia ktheva: \u2013 Do t\u2019i b\u00ebja nj\u00eb parath\u00ebnie dhe do ta botonja. \u2013 Ay: \u2013 Me emrin e kujt?- T\u00eb atij q\u00eb e ka shkruar. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqesha t\u2019i jap lexonj\u00ebsit nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr q\u00eb mund t\u00eb zhdukej.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Jo, \u2013 m\u00eb tha, \u2013 vepra e gjetur \u00ebsht\u00eb imja, se un\u00eb e gjeta. Pra, un\u00eb, gjet\u00ebsi, jam \u201cautori\u201d i saj.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ti s\u2019je autor, se nuk e brumose n\u00eb mendje e shpirt, nuk vuajte n\u00eb t\u00eb lindurat, nuk\u2026 nuk.<\/p>\n
Ay m\u00eb shikoi tinzar dhe e ktheu fjal\u00ebn: \u2013 Po kur e boton nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb popullore?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Kur e botoj nj\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb popullore, them se ku e kam mbledhur, kush ma ka tregur. Roli im \u00ebsht\u00eb ta mbledh, ta botoj, t\u2019i tregoj burimin.<\/p>\n
Ay p\u00ebrs\u00ebri: \u2013 Po ay q\u00eb ta dha k\u00ebt\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb, s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb autori i saj, pra\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u00a0Un\u00eb s`them q\u00eb filani e ka qitur k\u00ebt\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00eb, them se ay ma ka treguar. Po t\u00eb mund, shtoj ku e ka d\u00ebgjuar, kush e k\u00ebndonte etj.<\/p>\n
Shutja e ktheu prap\u00eb, kategorikisht: \u2013 Jo, s`jam dakord. Vepra q\u00eb kam gjetur \u00ebsht\u00eb imja. Po t\u00eb mos isha un\u00eb, kushedi, do t\u00eb humbiste. Pra, un\u00eb e gjeta dhe do ta botoj me emrin tim.<\/p>\n
I thash\u00eb: \u2013 K\u00ebsaj i thon\u00eb vjedhje\u2026.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ay u ngrys. K\u00ebshtu u mbyll muhabeti yn\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e Belgradit, n\u00eb dhjetor 1945. At\u00ebher\u00eb Shutja ish mjaft modest, por brenda tij gurgullonte kazani i madh i shejtanit. L\u00ebvdonte shkrimet e mija, ngrinte n\u00eb qiell Lame Kodr\u00ebn. Pastaj nisi t\u00eb ngrihet, gjersa u b\u00eb burr\u00eb me llull\u00eb, me b\u00e9re e me automobil, m\u00eb shau e p\u00ebrshau, p\u00ebshtyu, l\u00ebpiu, hoqi \u201ci\u201d-n\u00eb n\u00eb fund t\u00eb emrit q\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetonte tez\u00ebn e tij, si\u00e7 i tha vet\u00eb Popovi\u00e7it n\u00eb tryez\u00eb: \u201cEmri yn\u00eb vjen nga fjala serbe \u201cshute\u201d, q\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb \u201cshaka\u201d. Rrjedhim nga nj\u00eb familje e \u201cStara Serbis\u00eb\u201d t\u00eb \u201cDespotatit t\u00eb Elbasanit\u201d. Pra, si t\u00eb thuash, \u201cun\u00eb\u201d jam \u201cti\u201d, ndihmom\u00eb t\u00eb ngrihem lart, jepm\u00eb, t\u00eb kam v\u00eblla.<\/p>\n
Po si u b\u00eb puna e asaj vepr\u00ebs s\u00eb \u201cgjetur\u201d? Para ca koh\u00ebsh botoi \u201cGjorg Golemin\u201d q\u00eb bje er\u00eb Lef Nosi. Me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb Shutja-shejtani, karasyfeti m\u00eb karavidhe q\u00eb ka nxjerr\u00eb qyteti \u2013 k\u00ebrthiz\u00eb, kameleoni arrogant, m\u00eb vjedh\u00ebs, m\u00eb vjedhacak, m\u00eb vjedhacuk, hajdut me damk\u00eb i bot\u00ebs shpirt\u00ebrore (medet, edhe i bot\u00ebs l\u00ebndore), fjalacuku m\u00eb i ndyr\u00eb midis gjith\u00eb fjalacuk\u00ebve d\u00ebshtak\u00eb (epitetet q\u00eb gurgullojn\u00eb nga realiteti nuk kan\u00eb t\u00eb sosur) \u2013 p\u00ebrlau dikur t\u00ebr\u00eb dor\u00ebshkrimet e Lef Nosit, t\u00eb Sotir Koles\u00eb etj., t\u00eb mbledhur \u00e7ik\u00eb-\u00e7ik\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb dje, tani, ose nes\u00ebr i paraqet ose do t\u2019i paraqes\u00eb si t\u00eb tijat, duke mos harruar t\u00eb ver\u00eb midis emrit t\u00eb tij dhe t\u00eb familjes (Shute t\u00eb Stare Serbis\u00eb, si\u00e7 th\u00ebnkan serb\u00ebt e Elbasanit dhe Pogradecit tim, duke tjerur \u00ebndrr\u00ebn serbomadhe t\u00eb nj\u00eb perandorie t\u00eb re, qoft\u00eb edhe republikane, t\u00eb Serbis\u00eb midis tre deteve), shkronj\u00ebn e madhe \u201cS\u201d t\u00eb babajt q\u00eb vodhi vepr\u00ebn \u201cVarri i dashnor\u00ebve\u201d t\u00eb Naum Voill\u00ebs, duke e paraqitur si t\u00eb vet\u00ebn\u2026.<\/p>\n
E pra, k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Pogradec ka qen\u00eb dikur nj\u00eb djalosh q\u00eb i thoshin Pirro Vako, nj\u00eb nga t\u00eb rinjt\u00eb e par\u00eb komunist\u00eb, \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimtar\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb bote t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, pa shfryt\u00ebzim, pra, pa vdekje. Pirro Vakua kish patur nj\u00eb dell t\u00eb mir\u00eb shkrimtari. Dikur m\u00eb pat th\u00ebn\u00eb: \u201cTi ke r\u00ebn\u00eb, po un\u00eb t\u00eb nderoj e t\u00eb dua, se m\u00eb ke treguar udh\u00ebn si t\u00eb shkruaj\u201d. Dhe zbrazi nj\u00eb got\u00eb raki. Ay d\u00ebshtoi n\u00eb jet\u00eb (nj\u00eb pun\u00eb dashurie me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb quhet Izmini, flok\u00ebverdh\u00eb, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ju \u2013 ti dhe Rushi \u2013 e shihni dendur n\u00ebp\u00ebr Tiran\u00eb), iu dha alkoolit, vuajti e vdiq. Shutja i vajti babajt t\u00eb k\u00ebtij, i premtoi dhen\u00eb e qiellin, mori nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb me qira n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb tij dhe i p\u00ebrlau- n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb shut\u00ebrore \u2013 t\u00ebr\u00eb dor\u00ebshkrimet (ditare lufte, sh\u00ebnime, tregime etj.).<\/p>\n
I ati pret akoma q\u00eb Shutja t\u2019i botoj\u00eb k\u00ebto t\u00eb gjithan\u00eb emrin e djalit. Shutja ndofta i boton, po me pik\u00ebpamjet e dyzetepes\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilat fola m\u00eb lart: me emrin e vet, p\u00ebr xhepin e vet\u2026..<\/p>\n
Para ca vitesh i vodhi nj\u00eb prifti k\u00ebtu (prifti vdiq vjet) regjistrin e sh\u00ebnimeve t\u00eb nj\u00eb manastiri. Prifti m\u00eb thosh: \u201cIa rr\u00ebfeva, e pa, m\u00eb l\u00ebvdoi, pastaj ma dha prap\u00eb, ma mori p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, ma dha dhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe un\u00eb e vura n\u00ebvend. Kur iku, s`e gjeta m\u00eb\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
Prifti b\u00ebnte kryq, sikur donte t\u00eb largonte shejtanin: \u201cMa vodhi, bre, s\u2019pandenja, paska qen\u00eb\u2026.\u201d Kockat e Papandonit (k\u00ebshtu i thoshin priftit) po treten tani n\u00eb g\u00ebshtenjat, kurse Shutja shut\u00ebron \u201ctani p\u00ebrs\u00ebri me \u201ci\u201d-n\u00eb n\u00eb fund t\u00eb emrit\u201d, m\u00eb shikon v\u00ebng\u00ebr, si\u00e7 e v\u00ebshtron kalor\u00ebsi k\u00ebmb\u00ebsorin e \u00e7al\u00eb apo m\u00eb mir\u00eb automobilisti arrogant udh\u00ebtarin e mjer\u00eb. Dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri m\u00eb kujtohen vargjet e Khajamit: Rr\u00ebmyen mall, memuriet e ar, Dhe t\u2019irtin plak, t\u00eb urtin shk\u00ebnc\u00ebtar E quajn\u00eb gjaur, se s\u2019beson prralla, Se s\u2019qas mbi supe, si ata, samar.<\/p>\n
M\u00eb falni se u zgjata kaq shum\u00eb me k\u00ebt\u00eb \u201cDhimitriad\u00eb Shuteriqore\u201d, po k\u00ebto t\u00eb gjitha m\u2019i zgjoi karasyfeti i tij arrogant q\u00eb endej rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Pogradecit. Kam dhe di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr. Lef Nosi ka pasur nj\u00eb koleksion t\u00eb pasur me pulla poste t\u00eb vjet\u00ebra, t\u00eb mbledhura me kujdes nj\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb (n\u00eb qeverin\u00eb e Vlor\u00ebs, t\u00eb Ismail Qemalit, kishte qen\u00eb minist\u00ebr i Postave). Shutja mori dor\u00ebshkrimet e tij dhe nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb bibliotek\u00ebs (librat ia kam par\u00eb me syt\u00eb e mij n\u00eb hotel \u201cDajti\u201d, ku banoi nj\u00eb koh\u00eb, m\u00eb 1945 dhe 1946). Po \u00e7\u2019u b\u00ebn\u00eb albumet e pullave q\u00eb vlejn\u00eb, pa ekzagjerim, miliona lek\u00eb? \u00cbsht\u00eb fjala p\u00ebr pulla t\u00eb rralla t\u00eb Turqis\u00eb me syrsharzhimin e Hyrjetit dhe sidomos at\u00eb t\u00eb qeveris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb Vlor\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb fjala p\u00ebr pullat e qeveris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb Vlor\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb fjala p\u00ebr pullat e qeveris\u00eb s\u00eb Durr\u00ebsit, p\u00ebr ato t\u00eb mbretit Vid e sa e sa t\u00eb tjera. Kush i mori, kush? K\u00ebto duhej t`i merrte shteti dhe, me sa di un\u00eb, Shutja, ndon\u00ebse mban ber\u00e8 shkrimtari (q\u00eb ta tregoj\u00eb bota me gisht) s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb shtet. Kisha dhe mjaft t\u00eb tjera p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb individ cip\u00ebplasur, por nuk po vazhdoj: m\u00eb vjen ndot.<\/p>\n
Falm\u00ebni! N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb kam lexuar disa libra dhe kam rilexuar disa tregime t\u00eb asaj suedezes s\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl e t\u00eb qet\u00eb, Selma Lagerl\u00f6f, me nj\u00eb bot\u00eb morale q\u00eb s\u2019i ngjet fare bot\u00ebs son\u00eb gjaknxeht\u00eb, vras\u00ebse, ballkanike. As e ndjera Selma Lagerl\u00f6f s\u2019i ngjet (luaj vendit) Shutes. Dhe mu kujtua nj\u00eb film shum\u00eb i dashur: \u201cG\u00f6sta Berling\u201d pas vepr\u00ebs s\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsonj\u00ebses Selma Lagerl\u00f6f. E ka lojtur dikur Greta Garbo. Ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb film pa z\u00eb (para se t\u00eb fillonte krok\u00ebritja e saksofonit dhe bubullima e artileris\u00eb n\u00eb sallat e kinemas\u00eb), po kaq i fort\u00eb, kaq i bukur! Tani, Greta Garbo \u00ebsht\u00eb plak\u00eb, po un\u00eb e p\u00ebrmend se m\u00eb ka l\u00ebn\u00eb mbresa t\u00eb thella n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Rilexova edhe \u201cSouvenir de la Haute \u2013 Albanie\u201d t\u00eb A. Degrandit, dikur konsull i Franc\u00ebs n\u00eb Shkod\u00ebr (Botim i 1901). Libri \u00ebsht\u00eb shkruar m\u00eb 1893-1899 (sot librat nxirren shpejt e shpejt, si qerpi\u00e7\u00ebt nga kall\u00ebpi e vihen n\u00eb mur para se t\u00eb p\u00ebrthahen). Ky lib\u00ebr m\u00eb ngjalli hidh\u00ebrime t\u00eb m\u00ebdha: v\u00ebllavrasje, fantazma, urrejtje, q\u00eb e bluan e st\u00ebrbluan jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb shqip\u00ebtare. Na pak\u00ebsuan dhe na ngjesh\u00ebn n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb Ballkanit, ndon\u00ebse kemi qen\u00eb zot\u00ebr t\u00eb mo\u00e7\u00ebm t\u00eb nj\u00eb vendi t\u00eb madh, shum\u00eb larg k\u00ebtyre caqeve, ku jemi mbytur sot. T\u00eb huajt\u00eb na mbuall\u00eb urrejtjen, na ndan\u00eb e p\u00ebr\u00e7an\u00eb, na b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb mos e njohim veten, t\u00eb mos e duam veten, domosdo as v\u00ebllan\u00eb. Tani, thot\u00eb Degrandi, njer\u00ebzit urrejn\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrin n\u00eb \u00e7do vilajet, greku mbjell far\u00ebn e grindjes n\u00eb Epir; Austria, Italia \u2013 n\u00eb Veri; Mali i Zi, i p\u00ebrkrahur nga Rusia, gjithashtu. N\u00eb krahina t\u00eb tjera serb\u00ebt, bullgar\u00ebt, bil\u00e9 dhe rumun\u00ebt kan\u00eb d\u00ebrguar njer\u00ebz p\u00ebr t\u00eb \u00e7ar\u00eb e p\u00ebr\u00e7ar\u00eb. Nj\u00eb grek i mo\u00e7\u00ebm me emrin Phrantjes, historian, paska th\u00ebn\u00eb: \u201cShqiptar\u00ebt jan\u00eb populli m\u00eb i lik dhe m\u00eb i kot\u00eb (\u201cle plus inutile\u201d) n\u00eb bot\u00eb\u201d. P\u00ebrfundimi? Duhet t\u00eb zhduket\u2026.. K\u00ebshtu thot\u00eb bizantini Phrantjes. Domosdo Phrantjes \u00ebsht\u00eb armik, \u00ebsht\u00eb ujk dhe ka folur, shkruar e vepruar ndofta si ujk. Por ujku njihet dhe njeriu di sesi t\u00eb mbrohet kund\u00ebr tij, me s\u00ebpat\u00eb, me kopa\u00e7e. Por si t\u00eb mbrohet kund\u00ebr ujkut t\u00eb veshur me l\u00ebkur\u00eb dele? Si t\u00eb mbrohet kund\u00ebr atij q\u00eb i flet si \u00ebngj\u00ebll e vepron si shejtan? T\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto i lexoj, i bluaj n\u00eb mendje nat\u00ebn dhe s`m\u00eb z\u00eb gjumi dhe m\u00eb vjen t\u00eb \u00e7mendem!\u2026<\/p>\n
Nes\u00ebr Efterpi do t\u00eb niset me gjith\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb rri dhe ca dit\u00eb, do ta pres Stespassen, do ta vendos n\u00eb dhom\u00eb, pastaj do t\u00eb kthehem n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. K\u00ebtu nuk u preha dot. Pash\u00eb g\u00ebrmadhat e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb plot ferra dhe mu drodh zemra. Jo, Pogradeci s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebr mua t\u00eb gjall\u00eb, po p\u00ebr mua t\u00eb vdekur. Ah, kush ndjen shum\u00eb, vuan shum\u00eb. Shto pastaj brengat objektive, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt varf\u00ebrin\u00eb e sa t\u00eb tjera. Do t\u00eb vij t\u00eb \u201c\u00e7lodhem\u201d n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, t\u2019i vihem norm\u00ebs, se mos m\u00eb presin buk\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
Lamtumir\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrqafime v\u00ebllaz\u00ebrore,<\/p>\n
Mitrushi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pogradec, 28 gusht 1961 I dashur Mustafa dhe e dashura motra Merushe, Kjo e uruar let\u00ebr u b\u00eb litar me krye, po pa fund. Udh\u00ebs takova shum\u00eb t\u00eb njohur t\u00eb mijt\u00eb dhe t\u00eb babajt. Ndenj\u00ebm u \u00e7lodh\u00ebm n\u00eb varret e sheshuar, duke pritur t\u00eb dal\u00eb h\u00ebna, po kjo vonoi. Doruntina m\u00ebrzitej, e kish lodhur shum\u00eb …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":62396,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62395"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62395"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62395\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/62396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}