Anthology of wounds - Arct

FAR FROM PEOPLEAnthology of Wounds-This is our last evening in Tirana, said Ema.We wanted to buy something and also we walked alittle. We could see the emptiness in the roads. It wasunusual for Tirana, where the evening was so specialand different from the other cities. The evening walkingwas a collective ritual. People that went throughthe boulevard in the both sides from Scanderbeg Squareuntil the University Square and returned back again.Here pulsed the city life, its citizenship, environment,and vanity, beauty and ugliness, the new and the oldclothes. The dark colors predominated, even though wassummer. The people seemed as a mourning line. Thelight colors were not preferred because they were mushyand didn’t match to the new mentality of the new men.They were preferred better, dark colors, especially thered.In the evening promenade people didn’t think of thepressure of their days and felt better spiritually. Theymet each other and talked especially for the weather,sport (other subjects were dangerous), they talked aboutthe news, gossips and their problems…It was the onlyamusement they had. All, even the intellectuals, werepart of this circle. A daily permitted vicious circle…It was Sunday. Usually that day the square was fullof people. But there were no people that day…I had a long time since I had not walked, she said.It’s really sad.From the time the circulation began the eveningpromenade has ended.215