Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsMy brother arrest was directed by operative ZydiÇoba.How years of prison and interment my brother hasdone is difficult even to think! Even Mandela would beashamed before him. 37 years of interment and, twoarrests and two investigations and two courts and somany law séances. So many interment places he hadbeen. He has almost tried all the prisons and intermentscamps of Albania. Even tragic to mention those are hoursof fear, psychological and physical sufferings, abusesand maltreatment that the Communist State Securityexerted to him and to us as his family members.I have explained in the little book with poems titled“Mother Tears” how and why I get married in thatmountainous Puka village with a very poor man, onlyto have a shoulder in difficulties, to help my motherthat had only me. Both brothers were in prison (I willtell later for Rroku)But unfortunately my sufferings had no end. Eightmonth after marriage they arrested even my husband. Ihad to care even of him now. After some days, I andBiba’s (my husband name) cousin walked to Puka tosend him some food in prison. In a place called “PalGjergji Mill” we met two men that carried a stretcher.After them walked a mountaineer woman. Thestretcher was not covered and the dead man on it wasLeke Berisha. The cadaver had black marks on the faceand neck. The woman that was his mother said to me:- Mana, my dear, they have drown him so badly!I have heard that Leka was killed tortured with ahandkerchief in the mouth or with nails in the neck. It236