Last updated: 12/05/2007
BEAR MOUNTAIN
Nobody likes going to the doctor! It was not surprising that the threshold of the study of a specialist, an individual hands tremble, and inhale and exhale deeply and broadly. Instead
was surprised! He was conscious of being healthy in the manner of fish. He had done a complete check-up a month earlier, the private clinic of St. Gallen, and the visit scheduled for the 16:30 was purely a pretext. To be honest one hundred percent, had occurred to Ivan, only two days First, the revived symptoms of gastritis, the study had been to a gastroenterologist, would not have repelled a quick check. But the label did not allow doubts Cardiologist at your service.
Four and a half: "Come the next," Ivan breathes in, come in, breathe out. Environment sparse, minimalist-chic details, photographs and certificates on the wall, and sponsored many pens. There was also the purple and yellow Nexium ®, practically a work of art. The doctor however was pleasantly entered the room. It was a big man, but not an impressive annoying.
Ivan breaks the silence: "Professor Mengele?"
'Call me Joseph, boy, "laughed like Santa Claus or as many older people, and good fats. Check times, "Ivan?"
"Doctor," pause, "Joseph Mengele?" In the tone of an American who wakes up in the eighth century Britain.
The doctor laughs again. "Do not worry, I share two things with the mustache dottorone Nazi, and his mustache and love for Brazil."
"And the name," she corrects.
"Then there are three ', and a bit' upset pin something sull'agendina. It was probably this information.
"And the profession, make four."
Ivan, dell'inopportunità fetishist. Each second of awkward silence, the sweet cherry flavor tastes like. "Nothing, I know, experiments on humans, extermination of the Jews, etc.? "
" I am a man essentially harmless. " Then the placid figure of the doctor takes on the outlines of a legendary beast, the eyes of bronze, ivory daggers nails, tension and ecstatic shadowy memory of witchcraft rituals, screaming "T'amputo limbs," the voice of a Satan. Fly from the throne of hell, knuckles closed the hostile warrior instinct at the nostrils, blood! spurts, blood! Earth impregnated, or mother immense and severe!
"Boy, you really do not sense of humor," he cries filled the palm of his blood. "Help me to repair the breach."
"I do not touch him the nose is bloodied. " Orgasmic.
The curses of dr. Mengele drowned in crimson liquid that flows in streams again, and off the toilet . For a fraction of an hour Ivan is committed to drum rhythms Bossa Nova with the phalanges and to set a curious daguerreotype. Check
a nose packed in gauze. "I see you've noticed that old picture," but noted sounded more like with .
"To be precise it is a daguerreotype," that artist!, "Who is the man next to her?"
Mengele rose image melancholic eyes, dabbed his nose, he began, "What, boy, break, 'is a great man. " The voltage ascends second timing carefully calibrated, "That," suspense the apex, "is Don Diego de la Vega," Climax!, "The outlaw known as Zorro." Ivan
dismay, "there Zorro! It's like, 'so to speak Santa Claus, but is concerned that the doctor be to reveal his secret identity, "as the Flying Dutchman, William Tell, Homer!"
"Ignorant" is mocked, "The inauthenticity of William Tell is to be demonstrated. "
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, the time it hits the grave every hour. "I remain ten minutes, Ivan, and still have not told me that what have you, "and indeed the next patient stepped on the sidewalk around the corner.
"Where the cuckoo comes out?", Rolled his neck in all directions, fearful and curious.
The doctor pulled out a pile of a ballpoint pen. "The pen-clock Aggrenox ®," triggering a button, "they sent me last week by Boehringer Ingelheim. The mailed in the corner, "Symptoms?".
Ivan's voice breaks slightly, his cheeks redden. "Dr. Mengele, I have heart palpitations," if it was just well thought out!, "Here, right here."
" Cor pulmonale , maybe. We will have to remove the organ in its totality. "
Funny, but Ivan was to continue the exposition. "Cor love rather 'passionate lyricism that!
"Please?", A pen in his hand and crushes Sensipar ®. The other
forcefully concludes, "I ask his daughter in marriage." It was the right way to go? A hint to continue, "Certainly, then hesitates, everything is ruined.
"If it's a joke, I", he would rudely dismissed from the office.
"It's all very true! I swear that I love, and "is prevented.
"Then it's okay. If indeed it approaches the holiday season that you do not have commitments, grateful unto me host you in my cabin on Bear Mountain, so as to deepen our relationship. " Quiet and monotonous, like its namesake Günzburg could, requiring injections of poisons in skin virginal.
Thus, a marriage s'aveva to do, that joy. "I do not know how to thank you, Dr. Mengele."
"named Joseph and accepting my invitation."
"And tell me, Joseph, can I take my four grandchildren?". Suddenly the doctor was buried under a dome of ice.
"How old are they?", Nervousness. Twelve, nine, seven and four, the response, so it was. "That's four years leave me."
"All right," Ivan impassive. S'accommiata, the last moments of their meeting made crystal grains of silica in a sealed bowl, drowned in a perfume colorless. The clock ticks ominously, fifty-nine zero one two, one two zero fifty-nine. Five and a half: "Come the next." One patient Morituri, Mengele's mind.
close of business.
"Barnardo, please, take this money. Go to the tailor, commissionagli winter clothes. It went in the alley of the artists, buy paint color of the marble. This Christmas I'll have to climb Mount Bear. "
End of the first episode
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