Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe future is not known, it comes before the person as theautumn fogginess that comes out from the swamp. Many birdsfly in the sky moving their wings without looking to each other.The dove doesn’t see the falcon and this last one doesn’t see thedove. So nobody knows if the death day is close or far…GogolFriday, 30.I.81On Wednesday I had my leukocytes 3100 and yesterday4000. I feel better. Yesterday evening I go down the steps afterso many days, resting in bed. I have a good appetite too.A day before yesterday G phoned me. It seemed not to befine. I sent Titi a card for his birthday. He is 25 now, but hethinks to celebrate when I will go there. Yesterday I talked byphone to my mother.…Monday, 9.II.81On Saturday I talked on the phone with G. We talkedonly about my sickness and I could say nothing else, I couldn’teven ask him if he was fine.I have been very weak yesterday. I can’t breath and mypulse throbs very fast, especially when I get up. I have noappetite any more…This is the last note on the diary. After ten days onFebruary 19, 1981, Drita Çomo died. Even her motherwasn’t there, no relatives — the dictatorship doesn’tallow it. The last days she was kept with oxygen andwhen one day it lacked she fell into a coma.74