"Lift your face and look at the path of darkness, fear and Shed away the way you off. And the bolts can not lock you up, and the gates will be opened, matendré their shadows away from you and feel the light. And I said, But how I can, I feel me, make me invisible? And the angel said: "Whoever fears drowning can die of thirst, who sees everything can be made invisible. Fear not, because when you're at the end, help is closer then. Lift your face and walk, because you will not be seen. Thus began the poem for toilet paper and ink that Craig had not wanted to read, and well-dissolved with the same question step by step through the deluded faith in miracles, "began the great escape of the patient's Bach Institute of Greenwich, Connecticut. The institute, as noted, was located in open countryside, surrounded by a high fence and guarded around the clock. The clinic was prepared to prevent any kind of voluntary departure. Had been recently installed an electrical system of alarms that jumped in the building was checked any suspicious movement. Every evening after sunset, the clinic was isolated from the outside and inside, dormitories and rooms Single, like the one that Annemarie was taken after three days of punishment in Hall end of the park were routinely closed with double-locked. But a December night, when the steps of the night-shift nurses were lost in the dark hallway, she made no attempt to sleep, or perhaps already asleep, and like a sleepwalker is sitting up in bed. Something told him that the moment had arrived. He put on his robe and slippers, tiptoed to the door and put his hand on the handle. He did not ask what was doing or what they risked leaving the clinic without permission. He did not ask anything. In a sense, everything that happened that night happened in a state of consciousness much like a dream. And in the dream, the impossible, the contradictions, difficulties are overcome by material the will of the dreamer, to change reality at will, bowing to the needs of his desire. And so did she. Not believed to be inhabiting your body, and not inhabited. It was believed invisible, and it was. Wanted out, and left.
Later, taking into account that the bedroom door Schwarzenbach the patient had not been forced or raped, but simply open, the nurse in charge of surveillance was punished for his negligence. But he stubbornly refused any kind of guilt had locked the door, as he did every day, and that was the only truth. What happened is that Schwarzenbach "God knows how, had gone well. And how did that happen? Have you gone through the walls like a ghost?, Craig laughed sarcastically. Why not?, Disputed the nurse. That woman was a schizophrenic delirium of metamorphosis, and in these circumstances human beings are able to do anything. Anyway, the chief physician did not believe him, thought he had bribed the Swiss millionaire, money or other favors, and relegated it to the simplest tasks. Out and out, while she was a giddy place separation between soul and body, found Annemarie free invisible on the first floor hallway.
Excerpt from "Hotel Bellevue", in: She is loved , Melania G. Mazzucco (Anagram, 2006)
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