In a Glass Cage Page #2

It's not a pleasant sight.

"It was night.

As usual, that morning

they had brought

a trainload of boys

between 6 and 12.

We were supposed

to analyze their blood

to divide them

according to blood type.

But most of them already

showed signs of contagion.

We simply eliminated them.

My assistant

tied them to chairs

with large leather straps.

Then, I'd fill

a syringe with gas--

war shortage of course--

and stick a long needle

in their heart.

I had never felt anything

special while doing it.

Later,

I understood why.

I never looked

into their eyes.

I had never bothered

to watch those long agonies

that could last

five whole minutes.

Horror, like sin...

can become fascinating.

I still had not discovered it.

That night, three boys

were still alive.

I don't know why,

but they were.

Motionless, tired.

The youngest one, perhaps

His frightened eyes

were inside of me.

I felt uncomfortable,

yet, it was also pleasurable.

I separated him

from his companions,

and took him to another room.

It was small.

- I closed the door and--"

- Angelo, stop it.

I know a lot, don't I?

I took it the day

of the accident.

I also hid the boy's body.

Ever since, I've spied

on the house as if--

This is not a game.

At least, not to be

talked about.

Only you and I know it.

Unless your wife--

She knows nothing.

We never saw each other

during the war.

When I went into exile...

I managed, even if not

completely--

at least to stop-- killing.

- Don't you think about it?

- Always.

If you could,

would you do it again?

I don't know.

Wouldn't you like

to do it again?

I could do it for you.

I'm not in a glass cage.

I could be

what you used to be.

Do you understand?

Don't--!

No, Angelo-- don't.

I want to learn.

I want to be like you.

I like what you were.

- But you, you--

- Shut up!

You're no longer a child,

Angelo.

No...

you're the child now.

"He stared at me.

His frightened eyes

were inside of me.

I felt uncomfortable, yet,

it was also pleasurable.

I separated him

from his companions

and I took him

to another room.

It was small.

I closed the door

and cornered him.

I began to take off

my clothes.

The child did not move.

First, I took off

my white coat,

then my uniform.

Slowly, I unbuttoned

my shirt, my pants.

He looked at me confused

and expectant

as he would a madman.

I supposed he waited for the

needle as he had seen done before.

But no, I didn't

want him to die.

'You want a cigarette, kid?'

I wanted pleasure.

'You need money?

I can give you some.'

The raincoat--

His eyes were

two endless tunnels."

She did it.

"I came up closer. I was naked."

It was her,

she tried to kill you.

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