Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsAnd then the search was over. They filled their formsand with the exception of the books, pictures and letters,they put everything else in Gimi’s room. They confiscatedeverything – except the washing machine.They solemnly “sealed the room” with string andmolding material. In fact, we had observed that whenwe they took our home, police could enter any time theywanted.During the search, hanging on a nail in the wall wasmy kitchen apron. I had some recently developed filmin its pocket. They checked every where in the cupboards,but not the apron, so I felt excited even throughthe pain of everything else. They would have no opportunityto destroy that film. The pictures — that we didn’tknow if we would have the chance to do again, altogether— were saved. I was really surprised with thatstrange feeling I had while the seven people were aroundmy house. Checking the bathroom, the vice chairmancame out with the oil burner, holding it by one leg. Whatdid this mean? What proof was in that? I understood atonce — it was dirty. A spider had made a web on it.That’s why he had brought it. He must want prove thatwe didn’t even know what cleanliness was. I looked athim indifferently. No body talked and the vice chairmantook it back.Based on the chairman’s order, I had to go to the StateSecurity. I wanted to lock the door but vice chairmanand another man stayed there. They would questionthose visiting us.The small people reception room was full of cigarettestems. They couldn’t breathe normally from the46