Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsWhen I finished the 25-year sentence in prison and12 years of interment, I didn’t feel alone because mydear sister Maria and the others, with the will and graciousnessof all the family came and took me to theirhome and organized a party for meI am continually respected in this family. My sisteris old now and sad because of her sons’ death in a youngage. So Kristina the oldest son’s wife has to deal withall the works. She helps even me. I thank God for thelight he brought in our country. But the bad memoriescould not be forgotten easily; when the prisoners weretreated with no mercy, when they were obligated to dothe norm in the water swamps until the middle of thebody, where the leeches drink our little bloodremained…There were a lot the people died in thoseefforts. Ah! They didn’t turn to their relatives but theyhad not even a tomb, where the mothers, wives, childrento put flowers and to cry…With a great respect,Dom Nikollë Mazreku249