Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsstrong cigarette smell. So when I entered I wanted toopen the window. Somebody outside ordered me arrogantlyto close it. He was Florian that came near thewindow shouting loudly. Maybe he still rememberedthat word that I had said during the investigation in myhome when with Koço they were checking the cupboardand he found my notes. He also saw a little square box.I don’t know why but he hesitated to open it, and I purposelyto offend him took the box, opened it and said,“Don’t be afraid. It is only a television remote control.”I began to open it. Koço more skilled in this works lookedat me and smiled a little, while Florian very angry toldme, “I am not afraid.”I was waiting in that reception room thinking whathad happened during the day and what Gimi wouldsay at 8 p.m. He had gone to Tirana to get informationon Fatos. Would they let me go?Their “show” with me ended. After an hour or sothey told me to leave. I went to the post office to callTirana. Gimi told me that at the moment that he andZana arrived to Fatos’ apartment some people had cometo investigate. They had arrested Todi’s brother in lawof Todi. There was no news from Fatos.Then I told them. “They took daddy too today.”PenalizedIn the 1960s I had read in Tirana a book in Italian,“La morte civile,” the “Civil Death.” It is what the authorhad named the phenomenon that happened in thecommunist countries for party or government cadre thatwas penalized by the party.47