Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Wounds- I don’t know anything for your coming- said thelocality secretary of Tropoja. He was a tall man and hadtwo big drunken eyes – But even the chairman is nothere, but he will come, if he doesn’t come today, he willbe here tomorrow. Wait me outside to talk with the Comradesof the district.He entered office and talked for a long time in phoneWe waited at the wasteland before the building. Wewere terribly tired.Ema was sat on a wooden suitcase and kept the babyon her arms. She cried and cried. The driver insisted tounload the stuffs from the truck because he wanted toreturn. But he continued to stay at his office. At the endhe got out.- You are appointed as a physician, he said to Ema asif I didn’t exist.- Where do we have to live, she asked.- I don’t know yet, he said. The committee chairmansaid to send you the Culture Center. When Asllan comes,we will decide.-And if he doesn’t come, asked she.-We didn’t know you will come, evaded he.-I have an order to return, said the driver.- Is there a hotel here, I asked.- No-We have to unload the stuff. There is no place foryou here, not even for me-said the driver.220