Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsAnd know that will never have to be mother… …And concludes with a hope given visionI am glad that I love and love me - for a piece of sun, forsomething niceDrita, in the endless dark abyss, found a piece ofheaven in hell. She kept a very precious diary.After her death, part of the diary that could be savedfrom the State Security, was published in 1977 in thebook titled “Light that comes from abyss.”Parts of diary from the book“Light that comes from abyss”Friday, 1.X.76On Tuesday, both grandmother and I, went to meet myfather and my uncle. We could meet only the uncle. My fatherwas not in the same place any more. “Where is he?” Butnobody is interested if you are worried or not. All are dump.We don’t answer-is the answer.I will never forget that evening, when in the dark I waswaiting before the prison door and a little far there were agroup of policemen that talked with lower voice. Suddenly Icould hear some words “The coffin…I think it will be outtonight”I was horrified and began to tremble. I thought I couldnot breathe any more. “Oh my God, no this one, no” All thatday I was tried to be as quiet as I could and I didn’t cried. Inthe first moment I thought only one version: they have arrestedhim to judge him again. All the time I had thought of thisand I almost had forgotten that this was only one of my assump-66