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such beauty; now she is calmly detached. She feels grown-up and she likes it.
âYouâre Hana Doda,â she says to herself out loud. âHana Doda, daughter of Felicità .â Her motherâs name had been Happiness. Aunt Katrina always said she had had a beautiful voice. Hana remembers her singing around the house. Why was she thinking of this now?
âNow I have another problem. See, Nanë ? Youâve come along at the wrong time.â
Everything is wrong. Even this summer, that seems like a wonderful painting but isnât, if you look at it carefully. This summer looks more like a mediocre poem. Albanians write a lot of poetry, theyâre crazy about poems, but theyâre scared of telling stories. You need persistence to narrate a story, as well as discipline. Full sentences donât allow you to cheat or be lazy. Poetry does: itâs more worldly-wise, more fleeting, more musical. Narration is for monks, inscribing manuscripts all day until theyâre hunchbacks.
âDonât you see, Nanë ? Iâve got other things to think about. Go away!â
Hana waits until the memory of her mother fades. She can feel it shrinking fast, and then vanishing.
She feels lost.
She takes it out on her English dictionary with its blue, black, and yellow jacket. Itâs called Hornby. Mr Hornby thinks heâs so great that he can teach you a language. She wonders whether the gentleman is still alive. Is he sad? Lonely? Ugly? She imagines him to be thin and bespectacled, not good-looking. With a pencil she scratches a picture of the imaginary Mr Hornby on the book jacket.
âServes you right,â she says rancorously.
At the first light of dawn she sets off for Scutari and returns to Rrnajë late that night. Everything has gone well. She didnât meet any wolves, and she has the drugs. When Uncle Gjergj sees she is back he looks at her with infinite love.
The driver that had given her a ride into the city was in his fifties and had no desire to make conversation.
âSo youâre Dodaâs niece,â he had said at the start of the journey. âI knew your dad. He was a good guy. Howâs Gjergj?â
âSick.â
âSo I heard, Iâm sorry.â
That had been the end of their exchange. The truck had gone so slowly that if Hana had walked beside it she wouldnât have had to pick up her pace.
âI do this trip once a month,â the driver had said at the end of the journey. âIf you want Iâll take you down every time. You know itâs dangerous, donât you?â
Hana had nodded.
âHas Gjergj arranged a marriage for you? Have you been promised since birth?â
âNo.â
âBe careful, girl. And give my best to your uncle.â
Gjergjâs room smells stuffy. She changes his neck scarf, which is soaked with sweat. In the courtyard Enver is making a ruckus, bleating like crazy and kicking the door to his pen.
âYou see, it wasnât so bad after all,â Hana whispers to the old man. âThe pharmacist was really kind and wrote down all the instructions for me.â
Gjergj gestures that heâs thirsty. She brings him water.
âI have to feed the animals now, then Iâm going to buy a little fresh cheese.â
Hana doesnât know how to make cheese yet. Sheâll have to learn. Aunt Katrina did everything; she canât do very much.
âYouâre a good girl,â Uncle Gjergj mutters. âSuch a good girl, youâre my boy. Youâre like a son; the things youâre doing are menâs jobs. Going off alone and coming back in the middle of the night across the mountains. You need the courage of a man to do those things.â
Hana laughs out loud, pleased with the compliment.
âIf youâd been born in the city you would have been a real ladiesâ man, Uncle Gjergj.â
âI am,â he answers. âYou have to go back to Tirana, get
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