THE PATIENT: LAURA ALZEN
[And so the buried corpses soughing for justice were soon found, on a pot and a jar they were once imprisoned to an eternal depth rooted to sleep...]
BELIZE DISTRICT HOSPITAL
Had you ever been into a slaughter house, whereas all your eyes could perceive and your ears could hear was death? The smell so strong and intense that if you were unfit, much worst feeble and frail, to endure such things would be an utter horror you had been afflicted onto. Displeasures that would clutched your throat, and the tough scent of anaesthetic that would lead wayward thoughts to clawed your guts, and you started shaking on your feet—how this day could end even. At one point, you could expect a worst scenario or much lesser than that. On the other hand, some out of fear, and a few
