Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsup coat collars to prevent as they can the wind of thatfrozen morning. No body in the line spoke. It was notpermitted. They understand it quickly and nobody saida word. The guardians with sticks in the hands turnedaround the prisoners as wolves ready to hit everyonethat would move or speak a word.In this time, one of the prisoners of the first groupthat was old, staying for a long time got up, fainted andfelt down. The other prisoners around, between themVullnet and Sala, tried to help him but the policemenattacked them and hit with sticks and kicks shouting:-Go way! Don’t help him!The prisoners, first shocked than when they saw thepolicemen they went way.And what is this?-Asked Sala-This is proletariat dictatorship-answered Vullnet.One of the policemen laughing went near the prisoner,moved him with his foot but he didn’t move. Theothers went to work while he remained there and liedon the land, without conscience, in the middle of thecamp. He transformed into a black mark for the othersthat looked now by far, leaving that place.The policemen carried to supervise the company ofElbasan, came out before the groups and began the rollcall. All the prisoners answered at once. One old man,prisoner, that didn’t hear very well, didn’t answerquickly. Policeman interrupted the roll call and cried.The prisoner was pale. He came out of the row and saidto the policeman:-Sorry Mr. Policeman- I don’t hear very well.183