Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundssaid. But I liked more the thoughts of professor. I stillremember him. He lay on the drawn land and he put hisright elbows on it. He was always with two or three otherpersons. Then as if he wanted to tell what he thought hespoke very slowly and fluently. He thought continuallyas if he wanted to tell what he thought. These thoughtswere linked so well and he made the other person feelvery fond of his thoughts. He was worried about the countryand our luck. We could survive on Beden.Some months later we were transferred to the Maliqswamps. We hugged each other as best friends.* * *They took him a September day and we didn’tknow anything. I couldn’t even greet him or saygoodbye. Hamdi told me that he and four others wereturning back to Vlora prison. I didn’t understand anything.-You will understand it later. Maybe this is a farewellforever.I was astonished. I saw only the tied hands of thefive friends that were climbing on the truck accompaniedby the military guardians with guns.The end of the March is the anniversary of thatmacabre that I heard two months later. I was told thatthey were executed because of a tentative of escape fromprison. From the first people I heard were even the professorand Hamdi. The surprising news shocked me. Iwas frozen and I didn’t know what to say. I would notsee them any more, and their voice would not soundany more. I looked the Vlora friends that usually usedto stay with them. They were sad too. They kept their105