Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsOne day I was called to the police headquarters andin reality they kept a serious process file. They askedme for events happened in Shkodra, trying to reveal whowhere my friends there. Bothered and sad I wonderedmy Jesuit brothers or friends, for whom I know theywere not in dangerous, I mentioned Padre PietroPalladini, deported from Albania with some other Italianin 1946We had been closed friends that time but he was inItaly. “Did he-asked the officer-reminds you, helpingyou directly or through the other persons? I answered Ididn’t have directly no letters no helps. “And from theothers?-insisted he. I told than for a help I got fromTirana but I didn’t know the person. I told even the exactsum. “It’s ok-said the officer, and let me went. Laterwhen I turned back in Italy I was notified from PadrePietro Palladini that he asked from the unknown persontime after time, colors asked in Albania, in order tosell them and to help me and any other Albanian Jesuit.But the person, to whom Padre Padallini had faith, profitedmore for himself. The police have revealed the gameand had arrested him. During the process verbal myname was mentioned. So I was called in the commissariatand they didn’t bother me any more.“Obligated to make clay bricks”The work in Vlora had continued all summer butthe chiefs were not content, the autumn had come andthe weather was bad and especially during the night,began the rain, and it was not possible to work. Wecelebrated Christmas gathering some things that wehad bought, somebody had gone until Arte, and hadbrought a very good wine. After so much time “fast-165