Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsence of father of Bardhok Biba. And would not pass along time when Ndoj, would die from TB in the RoomNumber 3.Somebody had said that I had broken the regulatoryand so sent me to the directory. As a fault repeated anothertime, they changed me the room from three to two,which even better and high I would prefer more the firstone, maybe I was used with the people there.In this room my best friend would be Ernest Perdodathat smoked all the day long and night and since thattime his face was green.During some days I had some other good friendstoo, Hilmi Kamata, with whom i was close and forever.I was in the middle of the Bajram Xhemaliu that had aface with little holes, he was from Kala e Dodes, andsome time ago learned at the madrasa of Tirana, andspoke a little English. My friend was even Preng Bibafrom Mirdita, a good man, but serious and talented inthe producing of the mini objects and celluloid. Once Isuggested to him and he made me an eagle ready to fly,while tried to break the chains on the legs. For memory,I send the eagle and the symbolic it had, to Sime.We would eat together with Bajram and Prenga fortwo months I stood in that room.In the summer 1951, when I was in the work camp nearPeqin, I heard that Preka and Prele Toma from Nikiç ofMalesi e Madhe, and another friend of them escaped fromthe big prison to Yugoslavia. After spending a lot of time atthe notorious camps of Yugoslavia, Preka left for America,and was recruited later in the military forces of Americanmilitary. One day he was killed in Vietnam.207