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