Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsmanaged, she traumatized the child and us. That’s whyI am writing about this.A night earlier Zana, as ordered by the tutor, took anhour to clean her daughter’s head. It was a cold winterday in February. I was in hurry because I had to go tothe Shëngjin storage. At the entrance the nursery directorstood with very serious authority. She inspectedAna’s hear and arrogantly said that she could not go inand closed the door. I went to the bus station and onthe bus I cried for the first time after all the things thathad happened to us. Ana was crying and saying, “Anahas no lice.” I was touched because of Ana. How couldthese people offend even children in this way?I told the other workers what had happened to me.Jupi lit a fire, and we put Ana near it. She continued tocry saying “Ana has no lice.” Then Jupi went in the cityand bought a chocolate bar for her. At noon they toldme to go home. “If Abdulla comes, we will speak tohim,” they said. Without these good people, the worldwould have been entirely senseless.AnaAna grew up and began kindergarten. But her lifebecame more complicated the more she grew up. Itdidn’t have to do with the daily great deprivations. Itwas a more delicate and traumatic concern. Her father,then her grandfather, and Mimi (Gimi) had gone not tocome back. She could not explain this. She asked timeafter time: “Where are they, why don’t they come?”- In Tirana, working, we answered and she repeatedto Teti.50