Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe oldest brother bruised his eyes. The second onesaid, “Let it be, don’t go!” The mother that was taciturnkept the conversation open. The sister was crying andwith a low voice talked to Ema.When the hooter rang, we all shocked. It was darkand quietness. The brothers come to help to carry thestuffs. We were after them. The mother came with Elauntil the gate. It was a black truck there, similar to asphinx. Ela was sleeping. Ema took from mother’s handEla, and the woman adhered to the gate not to fall down.On the other side two plain-clothes agents as shadows,waited for us.-Get in and sat down on the middle of the stuff - thedriver said.-Why in the trailer? -said Ema, trembling- We can’tbreathe there because of the dust. There are 300 km ofroad. Do you want our baby to die?At the gate the mother moaned.-The places before are occupied –said the driver andsaw the agents - I only do the driving, my sister!The first to climb was me. I wanted to help Ema butshe didn’t come. The agents came near us and I sawtheir frozen faces.Ema gave me the baby and then got inside. We satdown on a bundle and we had no time even to greet thefamiliars because the black waterproof fall down as itwas a curtain in the end of the show. And the truck closedall over, started the road.* * *219