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2024-09-08 09:46:00, Kuriozitete Agim Xhafka

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No one says exactly when Erisa and Jovan's gossip started. For the reader, I clarify that these two are now husband and wife. For many years, but the city also remembers them as lovers for a long time. They made a splash then, not because they were the most charming, attractive couple, but because they appeared as a broken balance. Jovani, a tall boy, with an athletic body, blue eyes, black hair, a surgeon by profession, and Erisa, a girl with an average body, a little fat, a little young in age, with yellow and sparse hair that they sat as if licked and with eyes that did not understand the color. One day brown and one day green. In addition to the teeth, one on top protruded above the existing one. Like a cat without permission, that is, but luck only appeared when he was laughing. She was an architect and it seemed from afar, she knew how to elegantly combine her clothes.

But why did the long gossip about them start? Because the small world of the eastern city wondered how a man like Jovan could love that girl. They didn't call him ugly, maybe they thought so, but when they saw him by Jovan's side, talking and laughing, and when the two of them looked into each other's eyes, the residents lost their minds, their hearts moved. At that very moment, they started guessing.

- This Erisa will have a rich father!

It didn't stand as an argument at all. Her father was a simple pensioner and together with his wife lived in an apartment of not even 50 square meters. One room and one kitchen. Erisa grew up there, and Berti, Erisa's brother who now lived and worked in Athens.

- He has cast a spell on Jovan, - said those who were 60 years old or older.

Then the nonsense started.

-Oh, maybe Jovani killed someone once and Erisa happened to be a witness there. Marry me so I don't tell, she told him. And Jovani has surrendered.

So weather after weather. Since they were in love and then, when they got married. Rumors abounded in the year when Erisa was pregnant. Naturally, the increased belly and increased weight turned him into a large moving ball. More precisely, it rolls. When she gave birth to a boy who had not yet left the maternity ward, humanity rushed towards Erisa's mother with the question:

- Who does it look like, my?

- Jovanit. It's my father, - she gave a sigh.

The city seemed to breathe freely. It would be a disaster if she looked like Erisa, many chatters said. But why would it be a disaster, he didn't ask that people look at him with wonder. Since the relationship between the couple was the most heated debate in the city in the conversations of the day, even the European football championship took second place, some eyes took philosophical poses.

- Oh yes, love does not ask for looks. It's chemistry work, period. Two people are brought closer by the scent, the desert breaks them. That's why they say that lovers are a bit like fools.

- No, no. It's not chemistry. It's deeper, - added another in vain, and the conversation went into the theory hole.

One day, exactly one afternoon this summer when the weather there was not very good, I heard some explanations that seemed reasonable to me. So logical. When I think about it now, I laugh because I also fell into the waters of those bad guys. But they really convinced me.

- Love is like the work of the fingers, - someone said.

The people near him were seeing his hands at that moment, but he continued.

- We know and it is scientific that no one has the same fingerprints. We are 8 billion people on the globe and no two are alike. They are special. So don't try to find an explanation. Jovani and Erisa are like fingers. You can't tell why they have those marks. That's how they were born. That's it.

In fact, there was a silence, but only for a few moments. That soon came the other conclusion.

- Eh, the beautiful woman is like living in the middle of a bad movie. Jovani is deprived of this.

It was not known who said it, but they quickly knocked it down.

- Yes, and the wise woman, (speaking of Erisa) is like living among a library full of books and Jovani is won in this case.

The film was cut there, it is said in the jargon of the conversation. The people meanwhile were digesting what was said. Next, I heard an argument that I believed was the strong thread that connects Jovani with Erisa.

- Do you know that the sunflower turns its face away from the sun all day? Do you follow him, don't you part with him moment by moment?

Everyone said yes to this question.

-What about when there is no sun? And when it rains? And when the sky is filled with clouds? Huh, what's up?

This is where everyone gets stuck. They didn't speak.

-In these cases, the sunflower turns its face from the plant next to it, to the one it has attached, from the sunflower to the side. And so they look at each other as if they were each other's sun. That they do not know that the sun is hidden that day. They know that he has moved. They take and give energy, even food because they believe that the sun is sitting there, sitting next to the round cake full of seeds.

This explanation was a new knowledge for almost everyone, but also a solution to the riddle of the slandered couple. From that moment on, I was seeing the Erisa-Jovan couple like two sunflower plants full of production. That everyone was happy with the sun. The sun of life. And in the troubles and problems of the day, when the light darkened and the clouds wanted to cover their happiness, they suddenly turned their faces, hearts, eyes towards each other. That in their happiness for a long time had taken place and was lived completely without a password, the thrilling motive;

- You are my sun, Erisa!

- You are my sun, Jovan!

For some time, this conversation seems to have ended. The sunflower and the sun triumphed. But some time after that, the gossip will start again. Not for the couple I talked about, but for something that would gather a bunch of chatters over coffee to argue, e.g. why most of the drivers who drive black "Benz"s are bald. This is how humanity has progressed. He has always suffered from stupidity, but he has also learned.