Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsAhmet said-I will get another ration in the morning –said Salato justify. Shaban Plaka heard the conversation and gaveSala a piece of bread.-Get it-said-It’s village bread. My familiar broughtme before we came hereSala saw him doubtful, but Shaban left the bread onhis knees. Ashamed he took and ate the bread very hungry.It was so good.After the dinner they smoked a cigarette. Almost allsmoked it. Even the persons had never smoked before,had began to smoke. It was their best friend in the tortures,cells, and prisons.The prisoners tried to get up. The five ones did asthe others too. Corporal Zeneli that even knew themvery well asked them:-What prison are you from?-We are from Elbasan prison, Hasan said.Corporal Zeneli screamed:-Do you answer me while siting, dirty pig?And hit him. The five ones stand up. Corporal Zenelithreaded angrily:-Your time is over, dirty bourgeoisie! Until now wehave stayed standing up , now its your turn, pieces ofdirty !They didn’t speak. Corporal Zeneli went way quietly.-These are the people of the dictatorship-said Sopoti189