Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsI was not quite in since the moment I would find theperson that had spied me to move from the room, he coulddo this with the others too; this was the more importantthing. So I decided to pass in the Room Number 3 whereI had first been and to stay there with my friend TomeSheldia. While we talked I observed around in the room.At one moment I saw a person moving, he thought of Tomaand I, so he left from the door. Not to create doubt to theothers he turned back very soon at the room and sat up asan angle in his place near the door. Toma told me to goway because we had discovered the person, but I waitedthe police to come, to prove the spy was in the room, andI wanted to disrobe before all the people’s room. So after alittle time the police came in the room and suddenly saidastonished, “What are you doing here? Come with me!”And he took me with him to the prison director that wouldpunish me for three days in the prison cell.…We, the youngest were surprised from the place full ofold people, with other interests, and formation, their behavior,and their gracious attitude for each other, their collectivefeeling and a nobleness that was manifested in mostof them. We had often had the object of our conversationfact that many people there were so kind, that we had noknown before.In the small Room Number 2 I met old men respectedby all, such as Mr. Shevqet Muka, Shyqyri beg and someothers younger.Xhele Baci was in that room too, and in that time hewas reading ”Chefs d’Oeuvres” from French literature,and when he liked so much any of the stories hewanted to tell even the others. He as talented in litera-208