Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsSimon Harapi would be one of the prisoners I hadmore frienship since in the begging. The prison as aplace of the common destine disappeared many of thedifferences that exist between people as age, culture andeducation, origin etcSimon was a quiet man, very regular, in every thing,but he stayed lonely most of the time, and I thoughtthat except his family he thought of the past, a longingyouth in the past, for the secrets of its clean platoniclove, he had confided in me.There was in that room even Ragip Lohja, youngerbrother of Hysen Lohja prisoner too, but that time hewas in the working camp. Ragip time ago had representedAlbania in the race of the 100 meters speed inParisAnd Shaqir Omari was in that room; he was so generousand could speak with everyone. As he had lived onthe mountain, the highlanders enjoy his talks very much.There were also some old Postribas, such as Isuf Hasanfrom Urea e Shtrenjte, which was short and healthy, braveand loyalOne of those Postribas that liked to tease Isuf Hasan wasthe old man that was put in one corner of the room. Celathat was slim and tall, was smart and friendly and funny,together with Isuf Hasan they told stories of their youth.Myrto Dani was another man, a Drishti Chieftain, a realnoble man that talked only smiling. There was in that roomAbdullah Saiti, the son of the Raseku Chieftain, Sait Dulithe hero of Postriba insurgency, generous, that helped aKosovar man, from Gjakova, named Xheme Sadria, braveperson as the person inside told. There were there Nuz Halili,Dervish Nuzi and another Postribas, while Hajdar Tafa,205