Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundshear the more funny news of the time. The first eventwe were waiting for was that Mehmet Shehu after anervous crisis was suicide. The peak of the comedy wasthe death of Enver Hoxha. It must be written in the annalsof the world history the joy this news brought inprison. I still remember the voice of the deceased DedBegeja that was extremely happy. Even on the face ofthe guardian that opened the wicket to see, looked thewish to laugh with the others because in one way or inanother he was slave as we were. He guarded us becausewas easier than to guard the cooperative fields.Usually he ate before us bread with nuts that his wifehad stolen from the cooperative.Some times when I was in good mood I teased thepolicemen saying: I have nothing to do I am against thecommunist and communism so I have to stay here, butwhat about you, what’s your crime that are condemnedto stay and guard me for about 12 hours? And whenyou are hungry you eat worse than I, a piece of breadand nuts, or tomatoes do, stolen from the cooperativesby your wives. It’s so pity! I am sentenced with a temporarycondemn while you are with an eternal one.In the dictatorship regimes better than any one livesthe person who rebelled and don’t care of his life, theothers, beginning from the most important to the lastservitor of the dictator, live anxiously, without knowingthe friend and the enemy.Another scene of the comedy of the cell was whenthe inspectors of the prisons came from Tirana. All myfriends looked at me to feel surer. The people comingfrom Tirana were wearing the Sunday’ suits. Theywalked proud one by one; at the end were the authori-129