Ajo e vrau. Koka është ndarë nga trupi. Duart e saj janë me gjak. Dora e majtë ka më shumë gjak. Thikën e ka hedhur. Trupin e ka hedhur në një kovë me ujë të nxehtë. Thikën e kishte shtrënguar fort me dorën e djathtë. Unë e pashë, kur ia preu kokën. Trupi akoma lëvizte, kur ajo e futi në kovën me ujë të nxehtë. Ajo që ka vrarë është nëna ime. Në kovën me ujë të nxehtë është trupi i një pule. Duart e nënës sime janë akoma me gjak. Tani ajo po i pastron trupin nga pendët. Uji duhet të jetë i...

The time and the place don't matter. Why? The answer is complicated. More complicated than the two people in this story. Like in every story, a writer needs two to play more easily. It will not be so easy to be part of the game of reading. It will be more than two. It starts with a girl and a man. They don’t do a regular job. She is trying to understand what it means to be human, and he is trying to manage the power of the leader in a closed institution. . He was inside her, but it was not a...

It should have been an afternoon like any other. But it wasn't, it was probably Tuesday or Wednesday. I don't remember well. I was a child. Years have passed. Still, I remember that afternoon well. That afternoon, I saw death. I had seen poverty for a long time. That same afternoon, I saw how misery and hunger took the life of a child. I was a child, too. I was chasing a ball when I saw it. I saw the mother with the child in her arms—the child's grandfather. The mother with the child in her...