Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsbe this period of time like the memory of poverty. Titi came backfrom military and he has no found yet a job. I have not found ajob too, while ours mother salary didn’t suffice even to feed. So Icouldn’t bye notebooks. Three days ago I began to work and Ibought to myself the notebooks.I work in the communal enterprise as a garden’s worker.These two days we have even worked as transport worker,distributing woods in the city with a Zuk van or farm truck.I get tired but somebody told my mother than I will becamestronger so wanting or not, I ‘m implementing his advice. Ingeneral my colleagues are old. The only guy with whom I canamuse is a gypsy about 30 years old, very black. He sings allday and shouts, telling jokes. There is a funny woman too, alittle younger than the others. But now she has a medicalreport. The driver of Zuk is a woman from Saranda villages.She has about one year married in Cerrik, so the people arenot any more curious to cheat about her.But these days my presence made the Zuk object of discussions.What else can I write?There has been a lot of time since I took English lessonsand not reading literature. I have read something I have foundaround. Now I have no time.At least, at the end of the January my mother took thepermission and together went to meet my father and uncle. Ihad so long time not seeing him and I missed him so much. But Ican’t express this by words.70