| we are entering the operation theatre of the ramiliar morgue:
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| the student nurses are making a lot of noise,
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| their voices echo from the bare tiles walls…
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| I improvise a fainting fit: «I cannot bare these voices anymore!!!»
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| the tiny spineless spider, who really is a dog,
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| has hurt herself — or did she get hurt ?- somthing 'bout her back…
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| oh, does she need a new one?
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| Torso-less she onlydoes consist of legs…
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| much like a crushed little cross, a tiny crucifix.
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| so cautiously she’s stalking now across the palm of my right hand,
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| merly a thin branch in the wind,
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| touching the wound… where i had cut my finger.
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| i hand her over to the nurses, one of them — directed me by the teacher
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| carries out theoperation, for wich i dont have the knoledge.
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| one day everyone here must fulfil this very task alone,
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| as it’s the only way to learn… and in the end become a master…
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| yes, this means responsibility,
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| and it’s connected directly to stress and fear.
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| the little spider has her operation on a table
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| that is decorated like a forest, all with thicket and fir trees…
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| and right beside the flashing lights and displays of the instruments.
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| so hear now of the very scene thet happend right before this (here):
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| an elephant on the plane roof of a tall cathedral… very close to the edge.
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| «climb down his tail, as if it were a rope!
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| have faith and confidence, belive that he will hold you!»
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| but the elephant is not anchored in the ground,
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| yes, he might have the will to remain in position,
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| perhaps doing everything within his power to hold me,
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| not to slip and fall himself…
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| but in my opinion this is hardly enouth.
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| can this be a question of trust, at all ?!?
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| looking out of the window, while the underground moves down
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| into the tunnel … — a man, who has alrady passes the elephant-test, says:
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| «fear must be conquered, boy!
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| many of what comes up are merly old fears of death!» |