Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsOnce again we put our stuffs in a truck and the onlyperson that came to say us goodbye was Teuta. Bajramwas at work. She kept Ana on her hand that loved hermuch for the days they had been together. She hadhugged her with her little hands.- Ku-ku, ku-ku. . ! - murmured Teuta.-Don’t get sad, Ema said. We are near to each other.We will invite you to come as soon as to accommodate.- We surely will come.In Fierza we accommodated in one of the workersflat, Area B. In a room in the front of the building thatserved as guard place. . . Our room was opposite to thebathrooms. The bed could not enter the room. The cupboardsor the other stuffs not surely. We put inside a singlebed and a little table and the baby stroller. We build adoorstep not to let urine and the smell of bathrooms penetrate.They had no water and we couldn’t much aboutthe continuos workers’ noises.But the man can be adapted with everything. Hefinds the reason to live in every condition, even whenlife is terrible.Every day Ema was interested for the job. As if shebegan…We had even no more money. And we could nowait for longer.- The day after tomorrow I will begin to work in hospitalshe said happy- The committee of district people informedme…Tomorrow there is an important meeting.They ordered me to go both. I told about the daughter,that we have no where to leave her, but he told me thatthis is an indisputable order.* * *228