Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsand old things. It was a bookshelf with no door, sometwo-chord musical instrument that didn’t work andsome old national suits. There was a Canterbury full ofbooks and especially with Enver works. Two tables, twochairs with no legs, and a long wood stool. All full ofdust.-I will not put the baby inside without moving thedust-Ema said. Please give me a bucket of water and astick as long as you can-she said the chief, an old manwith white hair and deep eyes.She cleaned a part of the dust and the spiders’ nets.The other part impossible to get was on the walls, onthe bars. Décor of middle Ages…We put the bed in the middle of that terrible place.I have not preferred to get from Tirana but it was sonecessary because otherwise we would sleep on thefloor.We put Ela between us. We were afraid to leave heralone. We didn’t dare to put it in her bed; we were afraidof mice and reptiles. Even tired, we could not sleep fromthe noises of mice, barks of dogs and bats. Maybe somethingelse we could not specify yet.-Do you know?-I said to EmaShe lifted her shoulders.-Look around.-Enver eyes - she answered - Even here he followsus. Oh my God!His portrait was on the wall in front of me. The picturewas made that time, when he had done the great-222