Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsLet them burn alive on the stake…A deep silence came after these words.I couldn’t believe to my ears. They wanted to killus. Oh it was terrible! Where were we? In the Middleages? The person that I imagine in that moment wasmy mother…Their big eyes that looked me in quietness.It was not the first time. Some months before the samething was asked for Beqir Haci the capitalist that teachesforeign western languages to our youth. I felt the insanityto touch me.-Hey what are you doing?- said a man middle agedfrom white hear- I am from Kolonja and I know thisfamily. The party and Comrade Enver Hoxha has estimatedit. His grandfather and his uncles had given thelife for Albania.- Uuu…!- Wait, wait! – The delegated said. –The Party doesn’tburn people but their illnesses.- And what do you think –said the worker to theKolonja worker-to keep them here in Fierza? And as ifthey sabotage, or put in fire the hydroelectric powerplant branch, what will happen?- He is right,- the region chief said. – They have noreason to accept them in Fierza. This is the voice of themasses. The government let find another place for them,but not here.- Ok the secretary said getting up. As you think likethis –we will do this. The worker class decides. She isin the governing. Who agrees with this decision?232