Damage Done

Ett tag så har jag varit sugen på att läsa boken Damage Done, en självbiografi om att sitta 12 år i fängelse i Thailand som tydligen ska vara ganska olikt att sitta 2 månader på öppen anstalt i Sverige. Idag så blev jag ännu mer sugen efter att ha läst några rader i en blogg.

Warren och hans vän David blir väckta av att en fånge skriker och skriker och tillkallar vakt och upptäcker en stor bula, i samma storlek som en avocado, i mannens nacke, som rör på sig.

"David seemed to know what was going on and dashed back to our cell to get a razor blade (keeping razors was illegal in Bang Kwong, but the guard was now as concerned as we were, turned a blind eye this time). David told us to hold the frenchman down, as he was going to lance the lump at the back of the neck with his razor. As soon as the blade sliced the skin, the wound opened up like a new flower. And out of the gash in the Frenchman’s neck spilled hundreds if tiny, worm-like creatures, wriggling and oozing out like spaghetti. It was appalling – a dreadful dream, only real and right before my eyes, happening to a human being. According to the hospital staff who examined him later, a cockroach had crawled into his ear, burrowed through to his neck and laid its eggs. A man who, somewhere, had a mother and a father, family and friends, had become a living nest for maggots."