Poem

  1 1|          to attend at all, but my father insisted. He was impressed
  2 1|        holds an important job, my father is still a child in many
  3 1|         imitate their parents, my father enjoys imitating great intellectuals
  4 1|       does. I find many things my father does quite senseless, though
  5 1|         In desperation, I told my father that I intended to quit
  6 1|         smirk crossed my lips. My father stopped his pacing and halted
  7 1|        she had adopted some of my father’s shortcomings. She too
  8 1|           liked to boast about my father’s work. She would confide
  9 1|          see her influenced by my father’s vanity. She considered
 10 1|          had phoned to talk to my father. My mother answered:~    "
 11 1|       Reufi," I jeered.~    "Your father is an important figure,
 12 1|       Arthur, too. It had been my father’s choice.~    I stood at
 13 1|        not a creator of music. My father’s vanity had made me an
 14 1|         to go out when I heard my father’s footsteps.~
 15 2|                          2~    My father took his coat off, hung
 16 2|           to my feet.~    "Sorry, father, but my friends are waiting
 17 2|         embarrassing for me, your father. I inquired at the dean’
 18 2|         revolting."~    I gave my father a pitying look. His forehead
 19 2|            It was obvious that my father was furious. He stammered
 20 2|         loud. In his hysteria, my father had committed one of his
 21 2|         away from your mouth!" my father shouted and jumped up.~    
 22 2|          myself from giggling. My father grabbed my arm. My giggling
 23 3|           no talent for music! My father is obsessed with the idea
 24 3|         anger extending now to my father. Why this pretentious fascination
 25 3|           me to be calling my own father a clown. He had done so
 26 3|   entrance. I recognized it as my father’s limousine. Yes! A moment
 27 3|           A moment later I saw my father himself descend from the
 28 3|          at me.~    "Yes, it’s my father all right," I said calmly
 29 3|     coldly.~    "Do you love your father, Arthur?" she asked.~    "
 30 3|      noted.~    "The shadow of my father distresses me," I added.~    "
 31 3|       chilly relations between my father and me, but she seemed not
 32 4|          He thought that since my father had an important position
 33 4|    pleased by Burhan’s view of my father. I do argue with my father
 34 4|        father. I do argue with my father but I don’t accuse him of
 35 4|         made Burhan think that my father wouldn’t let me work in
 36 4|    factory?~    "Look, Burhan, my father wasn’t born with a silver
 37 4|        What I meant was that your father wants you to continue your
 38 4|    footsteps behind us. It was my father in his heavy coat and black
 39 4|          I replied coldly.~    My father was silent for a moment.
 40 4|        afraid," I said.~    "Your father is an imposing figure."~    "
 41 4|           you say that about your father, Arthur?" Mira chided.~    "
 42 4|     movements of their spoons. My father was chewing and his lips
 43 4|         been talking about me. My father had no doubt been playing
 44 4|          I went to sit down at my father’s side, the two of us munching
 45 4|                Are you tired?" my father asked.~    "Yes, I am,"
 46 4|           answered calmly.~    My father rose from the table, his
 47 4|         alone, should I?" said my father sarcastically.~    I ignored
 48 4|                I’m sorry."~    My father gave no reply, nor did my
 49 4|    residence.~    "Listen to your father," said my mother. "He knows
 50 5|          taking copious notes. My father was at the office perusing
 51 5|           no doubt about that. My father is a hard and conscientious
 52 5|           a building which, as my father predicted, became outdated
 53 5|         and had to be rebuilt. My father was right, I know, but what
 54 5|           some other reason? Your father said you have been chasing
 55 5|          and I caught sight of my father’s hat and black coat. He
 56 5|        cutlery.~    "So," said my father, sitting down to the table, "
 57 5|           I interrupted dryly. My father turned to me, his heavy
 58 5|         need you anymore."~    My father stared at me, rose to his
 59 6|           to the conservatory. My father reported to the dean’s office
 60 6|         school. I did not tell my father about my applying for a
 61 6|           on the tape recorder my father had bought for me. I had
 62 6|        but she couldn’t leave her father alone," Burhan added.~    "
 63 6|          added.~    "What, Mira’s father is in town?" I asked.~    
 64 6|         hand.~    I thought of my father. There was another aspect
 65 6|                They called Mira’s father to tell him about his daughter,"
 66 6|           her no matter what. Her father has come to take her home.
 67 6|           they have, Arthur. Your father’s been to the dean’s office
 68 6|          hear anyone criticize my father. Burhan was my friend but
 69 6|        even him speak badly of my father. Yet of course Burhan was
 70 6|       right. It must have been my father who made them expel Mira
 71 6|           begin to think about my father’s conversations and his
 72 6|                Listen, Burhan. My father wouldn’t do a thing like
 73 6|          see through it. Would my father go that far? Would a man
 74 6|       convincing than those of my father.~    "You have the right
 75 7|          all the way. I blamed my father, but I still could not believe
 76 7|          I was sure it was Mira’s father, though I had never actually
 77 7|     towards me and said:~    "Her father is waiting for her, too."~    "
 78 7|       bringing good news.~    "My father is here, too," she murmured
 79 7|        towards me and said to her father,~    "This is a friend of
 80 7|        parents are from Korça. My father moved to Tirana right after
 81 7|          Is that so? What is your father’s name?"~    "Demosten Reufi,"
 82 7|          and said no more. Mira’s father knew my father! I blushed.
 83 7|       more. Mira’s father knew my father! I blushed. How complicated
 84 7|         man.~    The fact that my father had been wounded with Take
 85 7|            Without knowing it, my father was wounding an old comrade,
 86 7|           are you going?"~    "My father is going to visit an old
 87 7|        furious at his daughter, a father come to tear her hair out
 88 7|           at me and turned to her father, saying:~    "Are you going
 89 7|          insist that I stay," the father said and got onto the bus.~    
 90 7|          in the air.~    "My poor father," said Mira.~    "What’s
 91 7|      conservatory. He notified my father, too. Of course he didn’
 92 7|          it, but could it be your father who made these accusations?"~    
 93 7|      problems had arisen. Yes, my father was behind it all!~    When
 94 8|                  8~    I found my father lying in his pyjamas on
 95 8|          I replied coldly.~    My father said nothing. Looking at
 96 8|        sofa reminded me of Mira’s father, who had lain beside him
 97 8|   hospital. I tried to imagine my father as a partisan. Even now
 98 8|      repeated what I had said. My father raised his head.~    "Take
 99 8|            Is that right?"~    My father put his book down. He stretched
100 8|         about old times," said my father, lost in memories.~    I
101 8|        invited him over," said my father.~    I raised my head slowly
102 8|         head slowly and looked my father in the eyes. He looked back
103 8|            A nerve twitched on my father’s face, near his nose.~    "
104 8|          would have been ashamed, father. You have wounded Take Doko
105 8|        talking nonsense!" said my father.~    "Take Doko is Mira’
106 8|               Take Doko is Mira’s father."~    My father blushed.
107 8|         is Mira’s father."~    My father blushed. He ran his fingers
108 8| reproachfully for having upset my father. She came over and laid
109 8|        Must you always upset your father? The two of you are constantly
110 8|           more," she said.~    My father rose again, speechless,
111 8|           bedroom I could hear my father’s low voice, a succession