BORIS: You want me to answer all these questions. But I already told you everything: at the IND, at the intake, at the hospital. Everyone wants to hear the whole story all over again, because yet another form has to be filled in.
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BORIS: Actually, it's not going so well in this country either. I mean, despite all your discipline and your regulations. You know perfectly well, even in the supermarket when you go and you look, you can find a jar of marmelade tucked between the packets of crisps. And all that litter along the motorway, I mean. Who takes care of that? Who thinks about that. All the plastic bags, piles of paper, and plastic cups. All the useless rubbish! You can't leave it lying in the gutter, not in this country. But who does anything about it, that enormous mountain of garbage?
And it really gets out of control if you can't take all that stuff back. The beds and the mattresses, the tables, pots and pans, tea services, antique clocks. You know people, stuff that people take with them. They think it's valuable because they still have hope. They think they're going to survive. You find stuff everywhere, all over the country. Just left behind. In the middle of the roads, in the middle of the woods, in the hills. You suddenly see a chair or a broken chest or something.
I found a mirror once, a big bedroom mirror with a wooden frame. Our unit had been on the road for several days. There it was, in the hills where our positions were. Leaning against a tree. It looked as if somebody had just put it there and was coming back for it later. The strange thing was that a nightdress, a nightdress was hanging over it. I myself I hadn't looked in a mirror for weeks. So, suddenly there I was, with the gun over my shoulder. Wearing a black cap. As if I was standing in a strange woman's bedroom.
PSYCHIATRIST: With whom were you there?
BORIS: And there was blood on my face.
PSYCHIATRIST: Why were you there Boris, what had happened?
BORIS: Well I had to fight, hadn't I!
PSYCHIATRIST: Who told you to fight?
BORIS: Not at first, I was still a driver then, but. My brother and I were called up together. Look, it all says in my file. I have allready said everything. I haven't lied about anything. It says it all that, doesn't it!
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BORIS: I don't want to go back, I wouldn't survive. But who says that I won't be deported? No one can promise me that!
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