A.Lien sits quietly in the corner and makes notes. There is something obvious going on here. Like the fact that these persons would have tortured eelamummo and sais stop complaining about your handicaps, you are repeating yourself and making others feel guilty about their health. Enpä minäkään sinun ikäsenäsi rampa ollut. A.Lien replied to his grandma that oh really, you have complained all your life about this thing or that, I remember. Even your senile sister Rauha tried to say to you that why the defeatist attitude, you are a pessimist. But these natzi-tortures are even more graphic. They take the brains, make weirdo experiments with disabled children and complain about bad coffee and donuts. Thank God I am not a natzi doctor, chuckles A.Lien, but my grandpa to be was, is and will be. He even gets excited about getting a chip to prove he is one of them.
