Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundswhen they took out of the cell he secretly checked witheyes, the shoes, sandals and women slippers trying tofind mines among them.I couldn’t accompany Todi even to the door. Theyhad taken him while I was putting on my shoes. He waswearing an old light suit that kept working even thereon the tiles. We had no time to think that summer hewould need more warm clothes in that cold cell.He went through winter with that suit. Acceptingclothes and food was part of the strategy used for thepsychological pressure toward the prisoners.I was so alone among seven unknown people thathave just begun the operation.The chief told me with a declarative tone not appropriatein that moment, “Liri Lubonja, do you have guns,other materials, or banned books in this home.” Contractedfrom his behavior, I answered, “I have none ofthese. Give me a paper to sign and leave.”He got angrier. “What did you say? You tell me toleave? He knew very well his job, I didn’t. I had neverseen how the arrests and inspections where done inhomes. They checked everywhere beginning with theunderwear, lifted one by one between all these men, untildigging on the flowers vases on the balcony.They went through every letter found on the drawersand cupboards were inspected with great attention.There were two pictures that drew the attention of oneof the men.There were on it two old, noble men. One of themhad a beard and mustache. They seemed to be different42