Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsFriday, 16.IX.77On Tuesday I went with Bule in Lezha, we got a telegramwritten that tomorrow the uncle had the judgment day. Wegot the telegram at noon, so were forced to get a taxi to get ontime to Tirana. And then took the train to Laci, and fromthere by bus we went to Lezha. We arrived very late so wewent directly to the hotel. Next day in the morning we wentin the prosecutor office. When we were just getting out fromthe hotel, Bule, stumbled on the last step and felt down.She was trembling. The court began about 8.00. Sokoliwas waiting us in the lobby, well educated and serious asalways.There were a lot of people. The lobby was too little andpeople dispelled each other or got over the chairs... He came accompanied by two policemen. He was paledand with widening eyes and had shackles in his hands. Icouldn’t know him. He was quite different. He moved his eyesas looking someone to support him or to give a warm glanceor as if he couldn’t see anyone eye-to-eye. Then he could seehis son and his eyes relaxed for a while and then he was allrelaxed…It was a man’s court. It was the first time I assisted in acourt.He spoke. Sometimes invasion by a strange concern, andthe other times he seemed to be in full apathy.It was so difficult for me to know him. That man wasAgroni that I loved so much, the physician that walked for kilometersto help the villagers. Was he the same man that all thevillagers praise and love?The court finished at approximately 12:00.68