Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsHer youth not lived was closed in loneliness.What would she say for the last time?The people that fight”I want three days,” said the member of PoliticalBureau. “These are hard accusations and I want threedays to prepare to defend my self….” His nervous andtired voice suddenly became strong. “How is it possible.Could I, a Communist, not have tree days of time toprotect my self?”It was possible. They did not give him a day. It wasonly the beginning. The war had three years that hadover and from their dreams they had not seen anythingreal. Until that day everything had been black or white.They had dreamed a white, pure, lighten, cloudless future.But the days pass and they see things that they didnot like see. Only the persons that conditions obligatedto be accused by the system, asked astonished. “How isthis possible?”Days and nights it was the only answer they ask fromthemselves. The y had won for something right and fair.Where was it now? So they wanted to shout loudly:- How is it possible?But it was only the beginning. It was the first tragedyand maybe the most grievous, maybe because it wasthe first and maybe because the man sacrificed was oneof the most honest and dignities persons to live the lifethat had sacrificed during the war.The meeting finished very late. He looked at hisclock, in the car, and so that it has lagged two to eight, It75