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PSYCHIATRIST: First tell me where you want to begin.
BORIS: In the cellar. Someone was lying beside me, near the steps. I can remember that. It wasn't just one moment. It was for a long time, that he was lying there.
PSYCHIATRIST: Stop for a moment. I'd like you to use only the present tense. How long are you allready in that cellar and who with?
BORIS: It feels as if I've been there for a long time. Not a couple of days, but perhaps for weeks. I don't know the others. They're there, but I don't know precisely how many there are. There are no more than ten. I think they're prisoners.
PSYCHIATRIST: What are you doing there?
BORIS: I don't know. I don't know them. No one says anything.
PSYCHIATRIST: Try with words to paint a picture of the place that you're in.
BORIS: I see myself lying down. Near the steps. And it is as if I'm floating very high, higher than the ceiling. I can see the whole place. It is dark, but I can see myself. I'm lying on the ground in a fetal position and my knees are pulled up. The others are lying as far away from the steps as possible. Beside me someone has been thrown down the steps.
He's been lying there for a long time. He is dead. I know that for sure. You can smell it. First I heard him gurgle a bit, but now nothing. He's lying right beside me.
PSYCHIATRIST: How do you feel.
BORIS: Well I can't breathe. My teeth hurt. I can't keep my hands still.
Something's happened.
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PSYCHIATRIST: What happens then?
BORIS: They're coming into the cellar. They try to find someone in the dark. That doesn't work at once. They shout. 'Where is 'Einstein'?' they say. And I also hear my name: 'Boris, where are you?' They hit us. I try to make myself invisible. And then I get dragged along. The light is bright and it stings my eyes. They let me fall, there's glass everywhere. I can smell a fire. I'm lying beside an oil drum. There's a bang, a log of wood probably has been thrown into the drum. Sparks fall on the floor. And then they start kicking me.
'Hey, traitor! Fucking bastard! Did you think we'd forgotten you? Filthy faggot. You fucking let your brother die like a dog, coward! But we'll make sure that you will never forget that, that the whole world knows 'Einstein' murdered his own brother!
PSYCHIATRIST: Boris, you're 'Einstein'.
BORIS:
I know.
I have to stand on one leg. The other leg is tied to my back to my hands. And I fall on my face. My jaw hurts, I can't get my mouth open any more. The commander he can go first, it doesn't work so well. It bleeds, then it goes better, luckily. Only a burning feeling as if I have to piss.
PSYCHIATRIST: Try to go on.
BORIS:
They're shouting, singing. 'Einstein, Einstein, come on, come on, we've been waiting all the time.' They've thought up something new. I can't see what it is.
The pain is terrible. With a red hot knife they burn something into my back. They're holding my arms down. I hear it sizzling. With long strokes an 'M' is being written. I hear them yell. It is the first letter of my brother's name.
He was called Michael.