Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsthe moon. I don’t know how you are. Inform me urgently foryour health…Try to come and meet me, but we must curb the emotions,otherwise we would suffer more, and the traumas and stresseswould create other troubles and sadness….Ballsh, September 1977(A fragment from his first letter sent from prison)… I saw you from the moment you were far on the horizon.I wrote in the letter to be strong, but I was first to not be able bearthe emotions of that moment. We hugged and kissed each otherlike no other time. We wanted to speak, but we were unable.Only the hearts communicated.I was very troubled that my mother didn’t come, and youtold me she was sick. I didn’t believe it. Tell her to write me onlya few words, I know her hand writing.*Those few minutes were like seconds for us. It was so incrediblefor us, the husband to meet his wife, and the children to meettheir father. It’s so difficult to describe such moment — a geniuswriter could do that. My children were like flowers in April, atthe time I was first put in prison. Now they seemed to be likeflowers in the autumn. They are living the best years of their lifein very bad conditions, but life must be lived in every situation.The little son that was in a stroller when I left now runs and puthis hand on my chest. He had his nest there, and like the swallow,never forgot it ...Ballsh, October 1977… In every birthday of yours, I try to draw your portrait. Imiss you and that convinces the pen to write. I wish to sendyou bouquets of flowers but I can’t find flowers anywhere here.62