Now Louis had plenty of time to think and remember. He, in fact, only did what he thought and remembered. Probably, this was facilitated by the drugs that he was injected with. He became very balanced, calm, somehow airy inside. Empty and light.

He was no longer tied. They didn't put me in a psychiatric hospital. He said he would run away no matter what the cost. Then he was simply transferred to the department of neurosis, or whatever it was ... in the same hospital - and thanks for that. The cuts slowly healed and scarred.

Louis wanted to go home. But it hasn't worked out yet. First, the...