Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundssons where just officers. “Why don’t they let him?”On October 20, 1976, Ana, who was not even 4,“passed her big first trial.” She walked out from Spacto Rreps. That was 7 kilometers. Ana kept hergrandmother’s hand and asked about the river’s color.It has another color because of the pollution in it.Ana asked frightened: “Will the night come?” Tetiswas happy in her mother hands. It’s better to come thisway every time without car. In Rreps Ana continued toask whether the night coming, but at the end a car thatcame from Oroshi, took us as far as Shpal. We sat downnear the road and waited. The girls, tired, slept. A passengertook of his jacket and covered the girls. Anothercar took us and we arrived to the Mati Bridge. It wasnight when we arrived to Lezha. The next day at thekindergarten Ana didn’t play with the others.“I have foot aches,” she said to the teacher.The girls played with one another. Teti threaded Ana,“I will put you in prison.” So she knew what the prisonwas! We asked her about the meaning of the wordprison.Ana answered – “Don’t you know?”“No,” we said. But she shook her hand doubtfullyand said “Hmm you know, you know.”Another time I sat near the place where was written“Stop” near the big door of the Burrel prison. A truckcame there and Ana asked”- How did they bring the food in the grandfather’sprison?53