Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundswill tell you only this. My friend from Bushati had receiveda letter from his wife. She wrote: You are hundredstime better than I ‘m, there in the prison, becausethose 600 grams of bread full of pebbles, debris, thatyou eat without paying I have to work in good or badweather to earn the money to buy, sweating all the day.While you rest all the day there in the cell, when I lookforward to do a holiday, because on Sundays we haveto go in conferences and other works.” Wow! So we inthe prison with chains on hands were enviable by theothers in freedom. They were free. What a comedy! Thismade senseless the threats of the prison director thattold us to take care, because I will take your family fromcooperative to the camp of interment, and if you continueto behave not well, I will take it even in prison.But the letter of the villagers from Bushati said usthat they have to come in our conditions, so it was not abig tragedy for them.Other sources of information for our comedies werethe press and the radio. First was the newspaper “Zëri iRinise” that solved all the youth problems.We read also the other press outlets:The first prisoner: They accuse us of not having carsThe second prisoner: What do we want the cars for?We love each other so much that we like to travel altogether,collectively in the buses; even we like to travelwith open automobiles, in trucks, because we are closeto each other and we breathe better.The third prisoner: The persons that live in the westdon’t love each other so they travel individually in per-127