Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Wounds-I don’t care of your ears –said the policeman andhit with two hard slaps, one by oneHe spit on the face and angrily said:- Piece of dirt! – next time open your ears well!After the roll call was finished, the policemen accordingto the companies, reported corporal Zeneli that theprisoners were all ready to work.Zeneli ordered to go. First went the prisoners ofKorça and Durres then the Elbasan one. The companywhere those five participated, was on the end. Theystarted the road almost running to be as soon as possibleat the place of work. Poor one that didn’t get therhythm or didn’t keep the line! The policemen hit them.One of the Tirana’s prisoner could not run. The policemanwent near him and hit with his stick. But he didn’trun again.-Run-said the policeman-Run! Go after your friendsor I will kill you!-I can’t-said the prisoner-I have told you I can’t.-Run-shout the policeman again hitting him so hard-You do the same every day.And he didn’t stop to hit him cruelly.The prisoner didn’t try to protect himself but whilethe policeman hit him he said:-Don’t hit me! I can’t run, in the invest gory officehave cut my feet fingers and I have no meat on the lastpart of the feet, only bones.Later on, after they beat him, sometimes they let184