Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsrible presence, that amorphous masse of women andmen, young and older, mutilated physically and morally,without no future, and no hope for it, with the toolsand old clothes and the food to keep alive, skidded onthe battle with life. In that line of people were included,even us.We were appointed in the process of the uncoveringthe corn, which in that period of time, presented lessdifficulties.All looked at us as new arrival. For some days wascheated that stroked for the hard faults” would bebrought from Tirana, as interned, elements that representfunctionary elements. These had stimulated thefantasy of the citizens. The guesses for the faults or mistakesdone and for the function we must have had wereexaggerated. So looking so normal people before themthey looked disappointed: Are these the persons? Butthe curiosity continued: Who are they? What’s their relation?What mistakes could they have done? Who hasbeen director, inspector or vice minister…? Everybodythought according to his impression. But there werebetween them people that had hate for the governingperson, which caused their suffering, feels fine to thinkthat these people had to suffer as they do, even thoughthey were little fishes. So as employer they were theirtools! Let they prove the misters how difficult is to earnthe money to live, they are sat on the armchairs, andused the cars. Somebody else said: Can they work? Orwill they work or will make as if work because theyhave much money from the people? Sure they will. Theyhave not brought here to stay? I don’t believe they havereserves in money, the government must have had se-154