Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsfriends and cousins, who became afraid to meet us …And what about the “colleague,” the provocateur,can he be forgiven?...…He came from a military detachment. I worked inchirurgical ward, and he came there to do a nurse’scourse. When I saw him for the first time I was sorry forhim. He was pale, skinny, but although he had neverattended school, he was ambitious and was ready to doevery thing needed.One day he told me, “I have been proposed to workfor the State Sigurimi*” Very soon he was on his way tobecome a Sigurimi agent. One day he asked me if I wasa Party member and if I had participated in the war. Ididn’t answer. But he insisted, “You will not be part ofthe Political Party, you dream of the West and a freeAlbania.” At that time I couldn’t understand his words.He was Sami Lamani.These common people hid their real goals after aninvisible spider web. Fabrications, slanders, provocationsand traps were their invisible profession that sorrowedmany people’s lives.…As in a picture, I remember even now, four men,a colonel and three generals with all their ranks andred-striped trousers.- You got us tired - said Halim Xhelo (the Inner SectionChief at that time)- I have put my feet where you have put your heels-I answered. –I didn’t know to be such an important personto be observed from such a high degree officer.24