Chapter 40: Nobody knows

It felt like I was in Marathon Man and this lady was pulling a Laurence Olivier on me but then she added. 'We have governmental clearance for this procedure. There's no need for you to sign anything.' The assistants then strapped me to the bed...

'Like I said, there will be no surgical intervention. This is just protocol to deal with the light. Are you epileptic, Mr Sarpaulis?' She asked as the female assistant fitted the headgear on.

'No. I don't know.' She took a pocket flashlight and beamed the light into my eyes a couple of times. I could tolerate that.

'It should be fine. The straps are for epileptic seizures. I will be showing you a series of drawings or photographs. I just want you to tell me what you see. That's it. Yeah? Nothing complicated.' She then pulled up a chair, and sat by my side and elevated an arm up, on which a grid of giant Tungsten-lights were attached above my head.

'Okay, let's start. Are you feeling comfortable?'

'Yeah. Let's do it.'