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English[en]
Maybe, somehow, it was I who was feeling David’s pain. Then again, perhaps I was just registering my upset at what I was seeing – and being completely helpless to stop. “That’s given me an idea,” said the smiling Mengele. “An idea for a follow-up experiment, consequential on the results of the first.” And, with that, his gaze fell upon my own body. He ordered my clothes to be torn from me and stepped evenly towards me, cattle-prod still in his hand. I well remember the jolt of the first application of the rod to my skin – on the forehead, as it happens. And I also remember hearing my own screams echoing in that bare-walled room. But I only got to know (later) how often, and where, the prod was applied to me by the scorch marks it left on my skin. (I had blacked out pretty early in the process.) It looked like I got about the same treatment as I saw David get. It was some minutes, or some tens of minutes perhaps, after the last application of the prod – and therefore after Ingrid’s last data point – that my mind rose once again into consciousness. The first thing I heard was Mengele’s voice: “Remarkable. Truly remarkable.” (Apparently, the word ‘remarkable’ was his favourite descriptor.) A conversation followed between him and Doctor Ingrid. I was still too groggy to take in all of it but the salient point of it was that, once David had seen me being tortured, his EEG readout had suddenly ceased flat-lining and had shown unmistakable signs of neuronal activity. There was apparently nothing at all normal in the patterns recorded – some of the lines had remained completely flat – but there was no doubt that a discernible pattern was to be observed (but only while I was being subjected to serious torture.) “I hope this is not an experiment that those two need to replicate too often,” I thought. My skin felt like it was on fire and David’s continued roaring was adding to my headache. I passed out once again and did not wake until we were both back in our concrete cell.
Cornish[kw]
Martesen, yn neb fordh, yth esen vy ow klywes payn Davydh. Yn fordh arall, martesen, yth esa ow thresyans vy ow tiskwedhes travyth a-der ow ahwer ow honan drefenn pyth esen ow kweles, drefenn na yllyn y hedhi. “Y teu dhymm tybyans,” yn-medh Mengele, ow minhwerthin, “tybyans dhe wul hwithrans arall, drefenn sywyansow a’n kynsa.” Ha, gans henna, y wolok a goedhas war ow horf ow honan. Ev a erghis ow dillas dhe vos skwardyes dhiworthiv hag ena ev a gerdhas a-borpos troha my, pok-jatel hwath yn y leuv. My a berth kov yn ta a’n jag a dheuth dhiworth an kynsa pok tredanek dhe’m kroghen – war ow horn tal, dell hwer. Ha my a berth kov keffrys a glywyans ow skrijansow ow honan bos ow tasseni erbynn parosyow noeth an stevell. Byttegyns, nyns o bys termyn diwettha a wodhyen peskweyth o gorrys an pok- jatel warnav ha’n leow mayth o gorrys. My a wodhya an draow ma der ow kweles an merkyow goleskys re via gesys ganso war ow kroghen. (My re glamdersa uskis wosa an kynsa jagys.) My re dhegemmersa an keth dyghtyans dell welsen bos degemmerys gans Davydh, dell heveli. Y tremensa nebes mynysennow, po nebes degow a vynnysennow martesen, wosa an diwettha pok – hag ytho wosa an diwettha poynt notyes gans Ingrid – kyns omwodhvos ow brys dhe dhasserghi. An kynsa tra a glywis o lev Mengele: “Marthek. Marthek yn hwir.” (Yn apert, an ger ‘marthek’ o an ger deskrivek moyha faverys ganso.) Y sywyas keskows yntredho ha Doktour Ingrid. Re wann en vy rag y gonvedhes yn oll an manylyon mes an chyf poynt o hemma: pan welsa Davydh ow bos tormentyes, skrin a’y GEK re hedhsa diskwedhes travyth a-der linennow-platt. Ev re dhiskwedhsa sinys na ylli bos kammgemmerys – yth esa bywder nywroenek bos kevys ynna. Yn fordh arall, nyns esa travyth herwydh usadow y’ga furvow – ha nebes yntra’n linennow a remaynyas platt hogen – mes nyns esa dout vyth yn y gever, yth esa patron kler a allsa bos gwelys. (Byttegyns, ny ylli bos observyes an patron ma saw pan esen vy ow kodhav torment sevur.) “Govenek yw dhymm nag o hemma hwithrans yw res dhedha, an dhew na, daswul re venowgh,” a brederis vy. Ow krogen o gans tan, dell heveli, hag yth esa bedhyglans heb lett dhiworth Davydh ow kwetthe ow drog penn. My a gollas omwodhvos unnweyth arta ha ny dhifunis bys pan dhehwelsen ni dh’agan bagh gentevynnek.