PSYCHIATRIST: Lets just begin with a description of the room. What kind of a space was it?
BORIS: There are steps down, with no handrail. And it is dark. The first thing you see are a couple of windows, right under the ceiling. They're dirty but they let in some light. It seems to be a kind of a storeroom, a cellar. Under the steps, at the bottom of the steps, there is a big puddle of water. It is a large space. There are pipes running along the walls. The ceiling is low, with the tips of my fingers I can almost touch it. And there is a corridor to a smaller space.
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BORIS: It can't have been long. I went there to look for 'Einstein'. I was worried, I wanted to know how he was doing. I had to find him!
It's so annoying, because I don't know whether I just remember it well or whether it was a nightmare. But I have to know where he is. It still feels like that. It's driving me mad that I don't know myself how it went.
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PSYCHIATRIST: Do you hear anything, is it cold, what do you smell?
BORIS: I can hear noises. From another room perhaps. Someone screaming. One long shriek that stops abruptly. And that keeps going on. Always the same shriek, then it stops abruptly. I feel with my hands along the wall and I walk carefully on, step by step. Then I tread on someone's legs. There are people that I can't see. I feel that they're there, but they remain invisible. I'm standing now pressed against the wall with my arms spread out. I call out his name. But there is no answer. Very slowly I try to shift along sideways. I almost stumble.
PSYCHIATRIST: Boris. Let's stop here. Who are the other people that are closed in?
BORIS: I don't know them. Nobody says anything.
PSYCHIATRIST: Okay, then we'll continue. You're standing against the wall. You're calling 'Einstein'. No one answer. Then what happens?
BORIS: The door slammed shut. Someone had locked me in. I was frightened that they'd forget about me. So I stood there shouting and calling. Luckily somebody came to get me, so...
PSYCHIATRIST: Who was that?
BORIS: Oh, well just someone. Someone from the unit, I think.
PSYCHIATRIST: Do you think you were locked in by accident?
BORIS: I don't know.


















