BORIS: Well I still sleep very badly. I don't eat well either. If I eat too much I get nauseous. And I've got diarrhoea. Actually, I'm not hungry at all. I'm thirsty though, constantly, all day long. And at night! I have to get up, you know every night I get up at least three times for a drink of water. But then those voices they wake me up. Well you call them voices, but they sit right beside my bed. I always lock the door, but then they start rattling the handle and banging on the door. Harder and harder, until I wake up.
Last night the commander was there. He showed me his left leg, it had been recently amputated just above the knee. And he showed me the new bandages. They were all clean and white. The wound didn't stink any more. So, he was very friendly, because he was feeling good. The medical service of the refugee centre had looked after him very well. They even gave him painkillers too. So I felt good that he was feeling good too. And the commander said that he didn't expect that I could look after myself so well. He said, oh you sleep fully dressed. You look wonderful! And you know. You are always ready for action. That's good! Weíve missed you, because. We've had to do without you for such a long time, and you know all that dirty work and stuff...
PSYCHIATRIST: Who is the commander Boris? How do you know him?
BORIS: I don't want to talk about the commander. It's best if I don't. I don't know anyone. That's the best thing.
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PSYCHIATRIST: Now Boris, who is the commander? How long do you know him?
BORIS: I've told you before I do not want to talk about him! And anyway I thought I was allowed to say wether to talk about something or not. So, what's all this then? All this nagging the whole time! And by the way who's watching all this? I can see the red lamp on that camera flashing constantly. Are you ordered to ask all these questions to me? Who's behind all this? Who's watching this?
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Or am I perhaps a monkey in a cage. Should I perform some tricks to make it more interesting? Should I bang with my head on the table? Or put shit all over the walls? Is that crazy enough?
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