Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Mariella Mehr

head, panic, fear, fear. doctor, no more, i cannot take it any more, i am dying. rage, helpless rage. you pig, why are you killing me again, murderer, murderer, murderer. you’re killing silvia, you’re killing her, i haven’t done a thing to you, you murderer, i don’t understand at all, fear, fear, the doctor blabbers incomprehensible words, moans. he sweats. the drops fall on silvia’s body. stop, please, stop. brutal blows into the belly, hammer blows, ax blows that split silvia. then, a heavy body collapses over silvia. silvia sees his vile face with the scar again, his dark eyes. silvia did not scream. through a black veil silvia observes that they move her body from the bed, clean her, warp her in towels. a strange smell, pain. late at night, the doctor stands again at the bed of the little girl, frees her of the wet, bloody towels, a fresh, white diaper is pushed between her legs. silvia does not feel the pain any more, not the fear and the horror. silvia is a frozen, little bird. on the next morning silvia is sick, lies in bed with eyes glowing with fever. hours full of unconsciousness, dreams, born of madness. silvia screams and laughs, cries, whimpers, beats the head against the wall, scratches her body until it bleeds. they tie silvia to the bed, calm the little girl with medication. sometimes silvia sees the doctor. his eyes are without feeling now, no smile in the face. his mouth speaks friendly, but the

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