My career as a German spy began at nine – <br />Semjonof was my name; though I played all <br />characters in that game - I also was General <br />Karpoesjin; as sensitive as a human seismograph; <br />and Marfa; an Intourist guide with a neckline as <br />deep as the Volga; as Semjonof I fled from <br />Karpoesjin all over the Tundra; frozen and still; <br />I also was Ludmilla, a Russian Work Camp <br />Commander who fell for Semjonof and joined <br />in his flight; at the same time I also was a Russian <br />counter-insurgent whose finger- and toenails had <br />been extracted to force me to split their hideaway; <br />my spirit was broken upon my ordeal; a terrible <br />toothache in real gave me a chance to prepare <br />for suffering in silence with a broken spirit; but <br />after a visit to the dentist my spirit was still <br />intact; though I suppose the constant anxiety <br />and fear of the game; as well as the threat of the <br />Biblical Apocalypse really messed up my system: <br />Today I’m still living with the ghastly symptoms <br />of impossibly high levels of anxiety! <br /> <br />(Konsalik - Die Voortvlugtige Spioen)<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fantasy-a-russian-counter-insurgent/
