Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe first preoccupation for her was I. She didn’tcare as much as for her children as for me. Really, Isuffered a lot, but now I am free.In the period when I was in prison she needed herbrothers’ help because this honored sister was tooyoung but she had to take care of herself. She has suffereda lot that period of time. Unfair things, pressures,maltreatment, tricks of communists and other thingslike those…adding here the travels with trains, trucksfull of woods and other materials,, not forgetting heremany km of road from Puka to Tepelena in the cold andblizzard. And all this not for a little time but for 37winters and summers days. Even now my poor sistershave in mind the noise of the iron doors of the Burrelprison, opening and closing. Arrogant policemen andofficers… Their threat ions…She came happy to see usbut when she left and turned back leaving them in sufferingshe felt terribly bad. She cried as a child.I want to tell that all of this I am describing herehave passed many sisters and mothers that have criedthrough the prison roads the same as my sister. Theyare massacred and pressured and offended from thecommunist genocide. I remind this mother and sisterswith respect and deep love.So that, we have suffered in prison, but our peoplehave suffered the same, if not more. My sister have suffereda lot for me, she has been near me in any time. Eventhough, she had her familiar life, not a good economyand six children to rise up. Her husband Bibë M. Gjokaan wise and gracious man…has not impeded her to comeand visit us but many times he had come with her andfor our fault he has done two years of prison.248