Fotos: Maarten Zeehandelaar
How long you think we have to stay like this.
No idea, but they say he is very meticulous, so I guess we'll be here a while.
Bummer. That leaf tickles.
Breathe deeply, think of something else and it'll pass.
Say how's the hand?
Yeah well, gone, isn’t it. Such hell I went through, you wouldn't believe.
Modern medicine man, nothing to it I tell you. Drunk butchers the lot of them.
You can say that again.
Modern medicine man...
Ehm, no stop, I meant that figuratively.
Figurawhat?
Figuratively, never mind. Anyway, a lot of complications, herbs that weren't in season and, chop, it had to come off. They bound it wrong and I bled like a stuck pig for days.
What'd you do with the hand?
What???
What did you do with the hand? Did you get to keep it?
I, ehm, I don't know. I guess they tossed it.
Shame.
Why?
Well there are many things you can do with a dead hand, aren't there, just imagine.
Uhm yes, well, you know how I said we should go the gymnasium together after we're done here?
I just remembered, I have a barbiton class, so I really can't, sorry.
Texto por: Peter-Jan Vermeij
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