Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThey put me in Room Number 2. The responsible therewas Gjon Perjaku. The room had the bathrooms inside. Itwas a little difficult to adapt. I found there many intelligentpeople, with dignity, and culture, and knowledgeand experience. They were always proud and superiortoward the time personalities. They were very politepeople, human and very well educated. They always usedthe term “MR” when they spoke to someone. They hadmethods of foreign languages copied by hand, throughthe years. Only there I could understand what an intellectualgeneration Albania had lost. This unforgettableprison had 10 rooms and 60 people and 12 cells with 20people. Who were they? They were in prison since thetime of the war, kept in the prisons of the mountains andin 1946 were put in Burrel prison. There were betweenthem engineers, doctors, economist, professors graduatedin the most well-known universities of Europe andAmerica, military officers, politicians, diplomats, primeministers, ministers, artists, writers, well known scientists,journalists, clerics of all the religions, publicists, excellentstudents, that were considered criminals, traitors,and the communism enemy, almost all are eliminated asnever existed. Only known a part of that generation andthose kinds of intellectuals, could understand the pomposityof that period when Albania had decided to beEurope part with mind, heart and soul. Turn of directionfrom the East was the greatest tragedy of the country inthe 20th Century. It is not repeatable that kind of generation.We are the only country that has committed suicide.Suicide is condemned by the God and the man, butthis was a historical suicide.I was impressed once by an officer of Enver Hoxha whowas sentenced to prison after military ranks were banned.141