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Brei upo slieg tur frettamIn Utero Raffaella wasn't burdened with any remorse.She had cried only once,in front of her gynecologist,when he'd confirmed she was 2 months along.On the morning,she hadn't drank any water or eaten breakfast,as the doctor had ordered.The window in her hospital room looked out onto a courtyard where some workmen were painting a wall salmon-pink.She smoked a cigarette on an empty stomach.She ran her tongue over her unbrushed teeth and thought that her mouth had a taste that was uniquely her own.She'd forgotten her pajamas and sanitary napkins at home:she was handed a green watertight gown and a diaper for incontinence.When they came for her to take her to the operating room her heart turned a somersault.She remembered the tiny fetus curled-up on itself in her stomach,like she had seen in the ultrasound.She swallowed. The nurse advised her to put herself at ease,because:"If you go to sleep calm you wake-up calm".The operating room was tiled in piss-yellow like in her worst nightmares.Raffaella tried to breathe with her diaphram,like she'd learned the previous year in yoga class.A nurse with the complextion of hepatitic teint made her spread her legs.The anesthesiologist approached,syringe in hand.Raffaella couldn't help observing her lower lip. It was swollen from a sore festering with pus.A tumour,perhaps?Suddenly she was afraid that while under anesthesia that man would kiss her.She remembered the words of the nurse,and then closed her eyes,proffering her bare arm like a sacrificial lamb.She felt the warm flood of the liquid anesthesia insinuate her blood,then nothing more. |