Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsWe did different jobs, to fill the foundations, to carrystones, to prepare the lime, and not for much time thebuilding looked one meter from the land. While in thehills, olives were broiled, and teased the worker taste.So during the night, they went out hiding through thetrees and take some of “theft fruits” We ate olives untilthe autumn and we didn’t think we had done anythingbad. Surely they said even to me Bon appetite, smilingand being more quite when they separate “the guilt”with a priest.As above mentioned except my daily food nobodygave us clothes, shoes, or money, and there were littlepersons that have reached to earn money in other ways.I, less than all… But one day I was called in the directory,because somebody had sent me from Italy a checkof 5 dollars. From Italy…that was so poor! This was thereason why I doubted. The worst thing was the checkhad come from Vatican. “Who sends you the money?And what purpose with?”I asked to see the document to read the name of thesender. For the reason they asked me to answer. I saidto them just to buy clothes. It was the end of the conversation.I don’t know how much they gave to me in Albanianleks, but it was not much, so they could not bedoubtful.A year later I had another similar case with harderfallout. The cousin of an interned person sent me timeafter time, from Tirana, 100 leks (a little more than oneItalian lira), but she didn’t tell the name. I thanked herwith my own because this little help in my bad conditionshelped me, but I was despaired because I couldn’tthank the unknown beneficent.164