Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundswas impossible for them to walk as fast as the others. Sothe policemen hit them. An old man could not walk sofast. The policeman hit him many times with his stick.He tried to hurry up but was impossible., saw the policemansomething wanted to say but he couldn’t, so thepoliceman hit him hardly. He fainted. With the policemanorder two prisoners took him keeping by his arms.- Take the dog!- said corporal Zeneli and after he hitme a few times – We are going in the camp, but if wewere going to work I would kill him and let he and hisfriend see how much worthwhile he is.The road for the camp was long. The sun was hiddenafter the hills on the horizon. The darkness beganto come slowly. No movement, only the run of the prisoners.Sometimes trembled by the prisoner’s noise, anybirds flied. And the monotonous song of the frogs washeard from somewhere far away.While the other prisoners walked to go in the camp,two lines of policemen armed and with shot guns, followedthem in silence ready to shoot without no warm,everybody that lived in the row.When they arrived to the camp gate, they werestopped, numbered, and then entered. The Elbasan prisonerswere the last to enter.According to the groups they were put in the linefor two.After roll call made again, they took a cup of tea. Thefive ones tired and hungry, ate the piece of bread thathad saved, while Sala drunk only the tea.I said you not to eat all the bread on the lunch time-188