Robert Szepes' first death
By Christopher Szollosi
Copyright 2011 Christopher Szollosi
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It wasn’t a gentle awakening. Maybe it was the worst in his life.
His head hurt, his body too and he hadn’t idea where was he. He couldn’t move his legs and his arms and he didn’t see anything: his eyes were out of order. He hoped that this is only translational blindness. He smelled something stinky. That was his one contact with the world.
Somebody said something near he, but he couldn’t understand, what.
What did you say?
Finally he fell asleep again.
Next time the terrible noise of the elevated railway revived him. He felt himself a bit better. He felt his limbs and he could moving his head but he was still blind. He smelled the smells again, but that wasn’t a really amazing thing. There was very stinking where he lay. He tried to find out where he is so he groped around, and his finger clashed into a metal wall. He was in a little, smelly metal box.