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PSYCHIATRIST: Can you tell me more about it, about his death, how it happened?
BORIS: My brother became eighteen. It was at the time , when they were recruiting more and more young boys. I tried to keep him from joining. I wanted him to take over my job, but I didn't succeed. I worked for the Ministry for Crisis Affairs, I was driving around a lorry, distributing food and, That was safe! But my brother... he should never have come into the unit. He was a good soldier but, he was too good! He was always fanatical about everything, about sports and about school. He should have stayed out of it.
We had the same size in shoes, my brother and I did. So, after he died I put on his boots. Because I was wearing only sneakers and they were completely worn out. I could feel every stone in them. And that is not good. You have to look after your feet carefully.
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You can buy a grenade launcher for thousand US dollars on the black market, grenades for two dollars each. And a kalashnikov cost between five hundred and seven hundred dollars. A dead fighter costs a hundred dollars, at least, if the body is still intact and the head is still on it. Alive a hostage costs three hundred dollars. Often more, it depends on who it is.
PSYCHIATRIST: Boris, calm down. Are you sure you can tell this.
BORIS: Yes, I want to tell it! You couldn't tell anything from his face. His body wasn't too badly damaged. But I didn't have enough money, so I collected bodies in order to trade them for my brother's. The commandant made the contact. Ten militia members for one dead fighter, that was the deal. Eight were still lying between the trees in the mud and two of them I had to dig up, but I remembered where they were buried and that wasn't to long ago, so that was easy. And it went of very smoothly. The commandant also made some money out of the transaction.
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But there was no time, the offensive was going on. I had to hurry, so I buried him myself. So much has happened, since the last session. I haven't even talked to my parents yet. It's absurd, isn't it? I didn't have the time. I have given a letter to a wounded fighter. So, I hope that helps. That was the only thing that I could do. They have to know as soon as possible.
PSYCHIATRIST: Boris, you're here now, in the clinic. Boris, do you understand what I say?
BORIS: Yes... Yes, I've been here before.