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IN FISHING

2024-11-24 08:25:00, Kulturë Agim Xhafka

IN FISHING

We found all the elderly people of the palace in Korça to be cute. They were very affectionate with us and since they were not busy with work we spent hours together. Here, Ilovica, the wife of the taxi driver Ilo, we used to call her that, because her name was a bit strange, Nausica, so she didn't pick us up, she took all our children with her, she took us to Shëndellia when it was May or June and she used to rent us bread dough. with balls. She made it the size of her fist, put some cheese crumbs in it and eat it. Even today my mouth is watering. I also remember the good Aspasi.

On the stairs of the palace with her spotted cat. Either he would talk to him, or he would rub his back. And when we visited him, he told us fairy tales, never the same. I believed that she was well read, but mother told me one day that Aspasia could not read or write.

Then I became a born writer. If he tried to write, he would throw the brothers Grim. Nerënxa was also in our hearts. With a prosthetic leg, she agreed to referee football for us among the children of our aunts, but on the condition that she blew the whistle from her balcony on the second floor.

The old men and women of the palace are now gathered on the lawn in the cemetery. I do not doubt that when there are no living people around, they talk about us, about the toads, who did not have our blood but loved us as their grandsons and granddaughters loved.

Yesterday afternoon, when I was walking around the stadium in Tirana with my wife, I remembered uncle Andoni, or Kaçandoni as we called him. I have a nice story with him, I told the woman. She didn't open her mouth to say yes or no that I started it.

I remember Uncle Andoni loved fishing. He talked about him so much that today I don't remember where that good man worked. He always kept us around him with fish talk. I threw the hook here, the fish came out there, I went into the water in the middle of winter where my hook got stuck under the rock, the trout is tiring in fishing, I am having fun in cooking... Adventure was created and we followed the thread of words with our mouths open. At the end he closed it, I want to catch a big eel and then let him die, bro. Not an eel had tasted his hook. And since he mentioned it a lot, I thought that Uncle Andoni also saw his dreams like an eel.

I myself had never seen an eel with my own eyes. Father only brought us some cironka from the bazaar. My maternal grandmother did not cook them. Apart from salting them, he dried them in a pan and strung them into twine making strings. Then they were shaken for months in the chef's house and he used them as a salad. With onion, olive oil and vinegar. With some toasted bread, what to eat, Grandma Frosa said, and the nephew's dentures came out. So many times I wanted to ask the biology teacher to show me an eel from the many books he had in the laboratory, but I always forgot.

One day uncle Andoni told me that if my father allowed me, he would take me fishing too. That's it, I flew. Dad said yes, Andon gave me an old cane and fixed the hook and the fishhook there. We went there from Turan for worms. Dig and dig a box full. My grandmother woke me up at four. I had told him not to tell me good fishing because it was bothering me. He forgot, he said congratulations at the door. I looked at him angrily and ran down the stairs. We boarded Maliq's bus. Filled with sugar mill workers and us, the three canes. There was also Nesti, our neighbor in the opposite building. Yes, we would not be together. He shot but everyone has his own destiny, he had the slogan. From where the bus left us to the river was five minutes away. When we threw the hooks day fexi. The sun was getting ready to cross Morava. I kept my eyes on my cane. The river moved, the Philippines didn't. When uncle Andoni pulled his hook. In the air there was a ring like silver. He laughed and joy swept over him. I pulled my cane in vain. At the top nothing.

I threw it again and after a few minutes I caught it three times in a row. While Uncle Andoni was the only one left at the tavern. Then luck turned to him. He made two, three, four, twenty-six, twenty-seven. I three. Lunch was coming, hunger was knocking. I was about to take out a piece of grandma's pie when I see Uncle Andon standing up, pulling the cane and on the hook I saw a black snake that was shaking and shaking. Andon snarled with long, wolf-like whiskers when addressing the moon.

That scene was a horror. I grabbed a large stone, jumped at the snake, grabbed it by the tail, threw it at Andon's feet and crushed its head with the stone. Bamp and bamp and bamp. Several times, then I pushed him towards the river with my foot and he ran down the stream. It disappeared. I turned my eyes to uncle Andoni. It's all frozen. He looked at me with surprise and did not speak. I wanted to encourage him, but he shook off. He hugged me tightly and almost with tears in his eyes he spoke slowly, live, live.

We came back late that day. Uncle Andoni added 12 of his own to my bag of three cironkas. You deserve it, you saved my life, he told me. Mother and father proud of their fisherman son. From that dinner, the fish was fried and I received many congratulations. Yes, the glory was the next day. When I told my friends how I saved Uncle Andon from the black snake.

Some of them said, he became a liar after a day of fishing, some went and asked Uncle Andon. And he told them the truth. I became a hero. I started zooming in on the snake. I took it from one meter to two meters. I used three meters for the smaller ones. At home, my mother and father listened to me with tears in their eyes. Admiring brother and sister. The incident with the snake crossed the boundaries of the mahalla. At school they almost gave me the nickname Muji i Vrtete. And so, amidst the glory, I walked and felt good. My teachers and classmates loved me more. They saw in me the safety from everything black.

The days went well until one afternoon when my father entered the kitchen and waited for me:

- Hey, you snake, how do you feel?

I understood that he was joking, so when I asked him, he said:

- You think you made a hole for the snake, but in fact you took the eel off the hook for uncle Andoni.

I never understood.

- I showed him that it was a snake and so big, - I opened my arms.

- Yes, he was that big and he was alive. That the eel and the snake resemble the twins Gole and Muli. Nesti showed me. And he was there with you and said that Gimi took the eel out of Uncle Andon's hand.

I looked at him suspiciously, I thought he was joking. There was no way a snake could be the same as an eel. I didn't wait, I ran to uncle Andoni.

- That day I pulled the eel off the hook, not the snake?

- It doesn't matter, - he told me.

I finished the conversation, I said to myself.

- Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you yell at me? That you had a dream about catching an eel.

- I didn't tell you that you showed so much love for me that the command came to me from inside, respect the chun. You knew it was a black snake that bites you, poisons you, and kills you and you didn't ask. Overcome the horror that you wanted to save me. You see how much you have done for me. You fished my heart, son.

That's it, and after hugging me, that old man started panting. I was also sobbing. Let's both stay like that, embracing each other's truth in the middle.../ CNA