Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsties of Burrel with military uniforms.They opened the doors and the visitors entered butin the rooms they felt the smell of our dirty clothes, andespecially from the full jars with “our emotional momentproductions” So the greatest person between themcame from Tirana kept a speech before 30 people coveredwith some old bad cotton blankets. “We are hereto see even the application of the law, so who has somethingto say, any comply for any injustice we are readyto hear.”The thirty people look the person that had come toprotect them. But they could not speak they had no anycomply; all the rights of them were respected! Theycould even swear of this. How could our rights be brokenwhen we didn’t have rights at all? Their eyes gazedDom Simoni, as if they wanted to say: Speak, speak forus! And surely Dom could not ignore those gazes thatwanted the priest word that for them represented theChrist. So I got up and I said: Are you speaking of laws?What are these laws? The written or the unwritten ones?Because we are treated here according to the unwrittenlaws, because this place is not a prison but an exterminationinstitution and it’s not easy to understand thatwe live as animals” Surely I never ended my speechbecause the man that had come to protect us, gave orderto chain me, and beat. So the prison comedy for everyoneand me had always tragically end.EPILOGUE IN THE SKYAnd now God, what can I do?It was the end of that terrible night. I stayed over130