Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsing,” celebrating Christmas made us feel happy andmade we sang simple songs of mountains, and someothers known in the city. It was Christmas night andwe forget our state of being.It was all clear it would not continue like this all thesummer.So in the middle of the field, we got the order to departure.The same work, carrying our clothes on themachines and over them stayed us, divided in twogroups; the same start in the midnight a very cold night,and arriving in Tirana, while was morning.We unloaded in the wide yards of a brick fabric, andlet us enter the great empty rooms, when we wait tocome the dawn. When the doors opened all run to gosomewhere for personal reasons. Then they brought usa cup of hot tea and then began to clean the rooms.The fabric was so nice for the time. Accompanied bythe chiefs we visited the different departments. Theyexplained us the turn of work , the collection of the soil,its sift, its compress, and the shaping in the desirablemodel, it was made on the spot, then in the ovens, fromwhich the finished material. Every phase in that timeand place, wanted a long lasting job and no interruptionduring the process.First we worked with the workers that were therebut after some time, that we got the appropriate practice,all the responsibility of the fabric passed to us. Weworked during the day, and during the night we onlydid the oven process needed to commit all over the nightnot to leave the fire to switch off.The briefs baking needed the appropriate amount of166