Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsorder said to my sister that accompanied Meri that theywill keep the home’s keys and Meri would go to the councilof the neighborhood after 2 or 3 days if she wanted tolive there. When my brother was informed for this illegalact, said Meri to go and take the keys. Their aim is that inthe most luxury and new part and commode to shelter afamily. But happened that having the keys one of themtheft the jewelry that where on the dresser, that we shockeddidn’t think to get with us or to give the sister.When Meri turned home, as everybody that turns inits place, she didn’t feel the intimacy, the smile of mother,the security that father gives, the love of sister or brotherthat feed the optimism, she didn’t find in her house memoriesof happy or bitter days, where even the simplest thingsbring intimacy, but she felt only emptiness. She couldn’tkeep crying. She was re living her lost. She whispered:Who gets this?Who transformed everything in desert, in fogginess, inshadow, as the death has pass over? Death? Yes a deathwhen still alive. That death that brings hate, revolt thattires you asking Why?After we liberate from interment we turned back inTirana, Xhemali began researches, corrections, and twodramas with social theme and the elaboration of the other.He didn’t stop reading and studding, especially in drama.After I insisted he gathered the memories in a book, but hecouldn’t finish as he was sick by cancer. He didn’t lye inbed. But when understand that he was dying he said: I amnot afraid from death. But I have a callus in my heart agrief, that even the tomb will digest, and with tears in eyesas rare happened, and this not only for my sufferings andmy and your delusion but to all my friends, all persecuted,157