Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsriver, the incredible sufferings of those violently detainedwould want to gush out as the collective moans,the political swearing, the imaginary revenge, thedreams and the delirium that flooded that reality. Thedownward spiral and the waves it created are felt in aterrible way through this anthology. They serve to createanother reality of the future, more bearable, and whynot a better one — surely human.“I won’t allow you to use word ‘human’” – the investigatoryelled in the catacombs of the state “Socialismhas other words, more revolutionary, stronger, “ hesaid near the chained man, innocence itself.“We will punish you severely” — the screams continuedflying around like black fowls – “because wewant it that way. You have been determined to be anenemy, and you will work as a slave in our mines, becauseyou can’t be subversive to our People’s System,because the laborer class leads our country.” Meanwhilethe investigator had become red from his screaming likethe flag of his ideal, his nose turning into a yellow harvesterand his forehead heavy like a hammer. “We willput you in prison again, we will sentence again,” thescreams filled the air coming from the mouth of the harvester-hammerman. “In prison …”So what happened in our prisons and intermentcamps? How were the prisoners’ conditions? Did theyhave enough to eat, could they laugh, and did they gocrazy at once? How could they bear the fact that sincethe end of WWII until now they were locked up, hungry,without love, without freedom, because the antihumanshad stolen all of these. What was that screamthat came out there? How did they take them forced12