Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe great auditorium of the Red Angle was full ofworkers of Area B, hospital’s physicians and teachers ofthe school. We could find a place on the end of it. Wehave even the daughter with us. The meeting began ontime. In the presidium were the district authorities anda delegated man, the secretary of the Committee of Partyfor the personnel, a small-body man, but capable, as allsaid.He was from Vlora, and cousin of Hysni. In the backgroundthere was a big portrait of Enver Hoxha just finishedfrom a well-known artist that was brought toFierza for re upbringing. Around there were EnverHoxha quotes.The delegated man talked with pathos about the situation.All the people there felt electrified.-May I speak - said a worker siting in the first row- Ihave a question. You have spoken for the vigilance andthe classes war but you bring in our new socialist country,enemies of party. Even you give good jobs and letthem live in the workers flat…I understand all this meeting was devised for us. So,after the public shaming was done, usually, then camethe public arrest. This time I would be the sacrificedobject.- If they arrest me, - I said to Ema in low voice, -keep yourself. Go back in Tirana.She felt bad.-This is vigilance-said to the worker the chairman ofthe committee of party of region. - This is the way theclass war is done.229