Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThey had climbed down to Bajram Curri.I helped the driver. There were a lot of used stuffs onthe land now.The baby cried.Some children came near us. A little slim girl, aboutfour, with straight yellow hair came near Ela, and kissedher. She stopped crying. Her beautiful and innocent eyessmiled now. Ela touched the little Tropoja girl’s hair.- How are you, a 7 or 8-year-old child asked. Itseemed to me he asked, “Are you alive or not, are youstrong?”- How are you man, another child greeted me.- Hi…Do you need anything, another asked.- Thank you, thanks.The big children world brought us happiness.Maybe the graciousness and the humanity had not lostonly on the children…The evening came, and we were there. The sky wasfull of stars and they seemed sad. On the offices enteredand came out people that looked at us like we wereUFOs.At the end the secretary came.-It’s decided to live in the cultural center. It is thatbuilding there. The chief will help you to carry the stuffstoo…Have a good night!The tower was a building with one floor, with littlewindows, no ceiling, and no floor. Up there were theblack bars and down the mud premises. It smelled mold221