Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundssudden punch knocked me down. I felt my hand wet.Maybe the German chains had slit me any vein.They got me up and put me on the chair as a toy, andone of them stopped my blood with a sticker. The chairmancontinued:- Do you think we are as the prince Meshkin of yourDostoyevski?- I know you can’t.- How do you dare to ask if we love you?- I said that because I have had no deal with you.- What do you mean - he screamed again - that youhave had the right to deal with us but you have notwanted? Why not and why didn’t you wanted?- I knew that I would be punished…but I have hadreasons- What? Have you had reasons to hate us?And when I convinced them that I had really the rightto get with them the chairman cried:- Listen here, say you are lucky you live in a statevisionary like this because for the party ideal I will openyour brain with scalpel and eat it with a coffee spoon.And he said to his friends: “And you say me to give himonly ten years of prison. This person is convincing methat we are bad men and cried: Get out of my eyesAfter two months I was at the court hall. When allthere wait to hear what crimes had I done, the prosecutorasked me:-Have you read Dostoyevski?94