Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundstions. Only that moment I understand that as much as terrible isa something there is always something else more terrible thanthis one. I could think only for one thing “Hope to be alive, hopeto be alive, oh my God, hope..”Next day they told me again to go and to come back “tomorrowat seven o’clock” .We turned back with my grandmother inthe dark road, walking haphazardly, not being able to speak aword. I could not see anything and I could not hear anything, Ihad in my exhausted brain only that terrible thought…We went to the State Security and asked the chief. He refusedto meet me. Then, worried and weak as I was, I insisted, “I willwait until he comes out,” I said. “And I will talk with him righthere.”I don’t know how much did I wait. In one moment a slimman, wearing a gray suit came out, “Sorry, are you the Chiefof the State Security?”“No, I am the vice-chief,” he answered. Then we enteredthe reception room. He was polite but he didn’t answer to me.Every effort was to no avail. However I could understandfrom the conversation that the most terrible event has nothappened. He was alive. And this was the most importantthing. He was alive. The other things were senseless beforethis.Next day we went to Tirana. I went to the Ministry and Igot the same answer.” He is fine. He is in our hands. But fornow we can’t tell where he is. Come back after one month. Hecan even come back where he was”And now there is a long, passive waiting. What would happen?67