Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe house where I lived after my mother’s deathbecame a village school, as it had four rooms. Two teachersrequested this and the Education Section applied it.At the begging I had only the kitchen then with the requestof two sisters (teachers) Diana and Aida Dani (bothsingle) they fired me of my home. They didn’t like methere. They wanted to be the owner of the house andthe economy I had to leave me and my children withoutanything.I was obliged to leave the house but not the gardenwith trees. It was very necessary for me. I went to leavein villager house, 300m far way. I walked every day withmy two children, one 4 years old and the other 4months…My husband worked far of me in the saw enterprise…In the evening he walked for about one hourto his parents’ home because I had no place for him tosleep. In the villager house I had really little space andno conditions. I slept with my children on the floor. Iwent every morning with my children on the nurserychurch. …I let my children under the shadow of trees.And I don’t know if these women now old, reading thesetrue facts would feel a little bad in their conscience.But my problems have no end….Ten years after marriage as I first wrote, my husbandwas arrested. It was 10 th of August 1947. We were marriedon October 10, 1946. When our first child was born(November 4, 1947) my husband was in prison. I was sosad that I had no natural milk for him. But it was difficultbecause it was wintertime. And in Puka this seasonis very hard. It’s even impossible to describe it…Whohas tried know it…I went to leave to my husband’shouse. It was an old one and between the high moun-238