Saša Milivojev
THE BOY FROM THE YELLOW HOUSE
We went out
of the prison. Very fresh evening. Strange air. Painful song of night birds
could have been heard. We came into the van parked near dense thicket. I was
driven by Baldy, our road was absolutelly unknown... Darkness... Nothing could
be seen except of occasionaly placed houses and the Moon, hiden among a number
of clouds. The village was sleeping. I felt very badly. Nausea. Slackness.
Sweat. Baldy was driving very carefully and didn't say any word all way long. He
stoped the car, turned off the engine, opened the window... He was watching the
Yellow House untill some people came out of it.
„Come on, go out!“
- he waited for me next to the door and grabbed my arm. We came closer to those
people. They were whispering something while we were going into the house, known
to me because I had already heard a lot of terrible and spooky stories about it
in the prison.
We
were walking towards the doors, whose edges hardly allowed sharp rays of light
to penetrate. Smell of chlorine was in the air, very strange smell... smell of
hospital, smell of drugs... Suddenly, the door opened and intensive light from
the operating room made us blind for a moment. I saw the doctors and a man on
the table; they were pulling out something from his body by large and thick
syringes. I was little and so scared, didn't know what was happening around me.
I guess, they were extracting the bone marrow because it also can be
transplated. I didn't see the victim's face. I felt sick. I just saw the victim
in position of cat, its knees wereput together and the spine was bent. That is
why I suspect they collected the bone marrow. That was being done by the
experts.
„We
have to wait them to finish“
said Boldy. He didn't care I was crying. He could have let me go if he had
wanted.
„I
am so scared! I am scared. Are they going to kill me? Please, do not kill me!
Don't, please!“ - I was
begging in tears.
„Shut
up!“ - I fell silent
when he put the gun on my temple; all my body was shaking of fear and iciness.
My legs were trembeling. My teeth rattled. We were sitting in one corner,
waiting them to finish. The doctors were not dressed in those clasic hospital
coats. They only had rubber gloves and rubber aprons, tied around the waist, all
in hospital light-green color.
It was not
a luxuriously equipped operating room: there were only the most essential
things, instruments and apparatus. The victim, who whose bone marrow had been
being extracted was butchered, thrown on the trolley and brought forth from the
room. They brought a half-dead man I had seen in the prison cell while going
through the hall. He was all yellow, in wounds, like a corpse, halucinating
something. Anesthesia was given to him. They were in a hurry, put masks on their
faces preparing some containers. They hooked up some apparatus to the victim, I
believe it was an apparatus for suction of blood. I started to lose my
consciousness and to see them in some fog. Two of them were going into the
room... Three of them...
I saw
knives, scalpels, hurry and assault! Baldy took cocaine and started to snuff it.
They throwed some nylon over us, I heard clinking of ice while I was vomiting in
the corner. I spent much time waiting..and shaking... I saw Nosy while packing
some organ. I was exhausted, bathing in cold weat..
Liver and
kidney - several hours, no more than a day can be usable if intended for
transplantation. That is some period in which organs are able to keep their
functions. They packed the organ into the bag with ice, i remember: in that way
the organ can longer stay usable and fresh, yes... Usual transport... Performed
in plastic buckets wih ice. That organ must not be in direct contact with ice;
some foil must be between i.e. there must be some material without any direct
contact with ice, but in the same time material which absorbes temperature of
ice: material which cools the organ. After being submerged into ice (not
literarly because of that foil I mentioned before), the organ is also resistant
to shakings. Avoiding all kinds of shaking is very important condition for
escaping deterioration of the organ. Hm... I do not know what effection on that
make turbulations in the plane, diluted air pressure and other weather
parameters in the heights. I really can't help you here, but information that
organs were being flown by plans I got from the security services; latter, I
confirmed that information listening other witnesses. Even I got some orders
proving an international transport. I think that optimal temperature for saving
organs is 4°C. I really do not have any knowledge about medicine except on
dermatovenerology. I have no idea on surgery, just talk what I can remember.
Horrible pictures are following me. I have a severe trauma. I was watching them
cutting the body with the back-saw.
Some women came and started to clean the table, to
scatter it with some chemicals. One doctor was of the middle height, middle ages
and fat. He had bulged belly, redish in his cheeks, with thick black eyebrows
and mustache and with terrible eyes. Other one was taller, thinner, bloodless in
his face, with huge red nose. They were speaking with Baldy: those were nurse
and other medical stuff. I think in that hell of the house, there were fifty of
them who were stealing human organs. I remember one black man and one beardy
man, mujahedin. Who knows from which countries they all came there. They were
running, going in, going out, altering each other... They made some analysis of
blood results... Although I then didn't know what those words mean, I am sure
they mentioned some components of blood such as bilirubin, hemoglobin,
transaminase etc..They were making some deal. Man with mustaches approached me
and with his fingers pulled down the skin bellow my eye. He was watching my
white of the eye:
„Verdhez“.
„You
have jaundice, you son of the bitch! I will burn you alive if you have infected
me!“ screamed Baldy
pointing the gun towards me.
„No,
please, nooo... Do not kill me, please!“
He
hit me with his fist in the head, broke my nose, pulled my ears! Nosy grabbed
his arm and began to defend me:
„Take him to hospital. When he
is well, bring him back“
- I tried to understand their conversation. We lived together and learnt
languages from each other. Since the functions of my organs were quite bad
because of acute jaundice and hepatitis, they wanted firstly to heal me and
after that to take my organs. Than I left that damned house, with gauze on my
nose, taking with me incredible fear of death. After 9 years, I was a bit free
of fear, so I started to talk about that. But, it still hurts, very, very much..
They say: time is the great healer. It is not true. Time destroys. I am a ruin
now, dusty and buried...
.SAŠA MILIVOJEV ... FANTASTIC, GIFTED AND HONEST YOUNG PERSON RISE OUT OF THE SERBIAN MIRE