Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsBirthday” through letters. “I am sorry only for one thing,” hewrote, “for Drita’s health.”It’s strange and unbelievable to think that you have not tolive for long as all the others. Where is that something thatmakes you different, where is it that thing hidden? That somethingthat makes you think as a casual passenger in the world,that makes see the others as foreigners. Your relatives sufferfor you and treat you in a special way, and people see youwith compassion and curiosity. But you are the same as theothers. Nothing changes. Nevertheless you are different. MorbusHodgkin. How this sickness did entered your body. Andyou will have it until the death.……Monday, 17.XI.80I don’t know what to do in the future. But every storywill be the same. It’s worthless. Even somebody’s friendshiphas a hidden interest. You have to leave alone. To decide whenyou are only 22 years old…Maybe is absurd, time will tell it but I promise to my selfto keep my dignity.…Tuesday, 27.I.81It was a windy night yesterday. Today is a sunny andcloudless weather. I love sun. I feel better. Yesterday the numberof my leukocytes was 2000. I have good appetite. We orderonce in two days a chicken, G. has fried it. He has helpedus a lot. We eat together. V. and I sometimes even drink a glass ofwine. What can we do else?Last night I did handwork. I unsowed the red scarf.73