Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsIt would be only death, which I hoped to come assoon as possible, to over all my sufferings that had noend even in the days in continuous. I heard as a secondvoice inside of me that said “As much as you suffer assoon you will be near the death that u are waiting forwardto rest”At noon they unchained me to eat a piece of breadand a tomato and sometimes some figs, which I couldn’teat or eat a little. Some times to tease me they at thehome and ate any season fruit. He came near the doorof my cell so when I went to investigation or for myneeds, to see them greedily.When I was unchained in the noon, It was a great problemfor me to sat down, because my legs where so swelleduntil near the thighs , they where in gray color thick aswoods, and didn’t bend on knees. So to sit down I wouldgo slowly stroking on the wall, until I felt down on thefloor. I didn’t want to eat but I was thirsty, and not takingaccount the pains I need to sleep. And I slept as I finishedthree or four nibbles. But 20 minutes later Ismail Lulocame and hanged me again. The first three four dayswhen hanged I saw the floor and said to my self “Hopenot to die before sleeping once in that floor again”First they hanged me from the hands but when thechains penetrated on the pulses they changed the place,hanging me by shoulders, and so on, creating woundswith blood and pus in the entire the body, beginningthe same circle when the first wounds recovered.Only the belief in a secure death made me strong toendure. From the lack of sleep and pains I passed allthe time in an hallucinogenic condition, not knowingfor days and hours where I was. But I was awake only200