Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsmy bones and the communists one, never gather together!I laughed and said: And now… Where are yougoing to take us now, in Beijing? The director listenedto me and answered: “I don’t know. I got rid of you. Buttake care, the wherever you go.”That night they put us together in one isolated room.We couldn’t sleep. We thought where we were going togo. Viktori had 8 years with a paralyzed leg. He tooksome special pills that his brothers brought from abroad.It looked better.In a moment he asked me: Do you want to see Viktorwalking as a young fellow? He got up and walked verywell. I shocked. It was incredible he had played as sickfor so many years. I advised him to take care and tocontinue the play even in Burrel, because if they understoodhe was playing the part they would kill him. Iadvised him too, not to trust his friends, because not allthe people have a good sense of things.In the morning they accompanied us with a car andthree policemen to Burrel. The road didn’t have any incident,and was quiet. We entered the prison area. Twopolicemen got us in a room. They began to check us andwith song: Here is Burrel prison, when enter a day butnever get away. Then they separated us. Viktor was putin another room of isolation and I in the other.At 8 in the morning, a policeman took in one office.There was the prison operative there, who asked me:How are you sir? He told the others I was a priest. Whereis your friend? I told them that he was killed. And hesaid: “Oh its so pity! A dirty priest no less! This was thefamous expectation in the Burrel prison.140