Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 3AVXHIU HAD LOST COUNT of the days. Keeping track of time was never easy with the irregular movements of her watch, another wedding gift. Spiro’s bringing guts, the State-run distribution of bread, rumors of vegetables in the square. These were measures of time. The anarchic moments of hit-and-run electricity, and water, made any other use of time meaningless. She longed for the happy hours of morning breadlines.
After a few days out in the hills, having run from the NATO spy in the soccer stadium, she hid in the Kid’s room. The Kid had a special standing with the Sigurimi. She was one of theirs; everybody knew. She had renounced Avxhiu to the Sigurimi. It had not prevented them from searching her room earlier. This was not a safe solution. They could come back
