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I don’t have diabetes, hepatitis, hyperuricaemia or AIDS. Jessica started our first talk of the day reading the outcome of the blood- and urine tests. “Now, what do you think about that?” she asked me. “Great!” I answered a bit bewilderd. What a silly question. She winked at me and closed my file. I would love to skim through that map. Maybe there’s something to read about tonight’s decision. I informed tactically about the results or the other tests, but Jessica remained silent. Even if it was just a little corner of the veil, I would be grateful if she lifted it. Well, perhaps was her wink a sign of good effort.

My wandering about the test results were interrupted for the next test. I had to wear those adhesives on my head and on the back of my neck again, attached to some kind of reading devise. An E.E.G. perhaps, I’m not sure. The first test was very probably an association test. I had to say the first words or short sentences that came in my mind at the sign of particular photos and drawings. Sometimes these words were in Dutch, or even in Danish. Interruptions during the test were not advisable, because they only wanted to know the meaning of these foreign words when the test was finished. An assistant had written down all my associations. “What does do-sjkordi mean?” he asked me deadly serious. They had to come up with the picture of a vague white painted stripe before I remembered saying “douchegordijn”, Dutch for shower curtain. This confusion of tongues went on for a while. It gave me the opportunity to change my associations, if I thought it might turn to my advantage. 

We could hardly take a break before we went on with the following test. Those translations took too much time and we were far behind schedule. The following test was the weirdest test I’ve ever done. Maybe that had to do with the strange atmosphere caused by the association test. It seemed to be some kind of obedience test. I had to wear those same adhesives combined with a little machine attached to my back. They placed me in a room filled with objects. I was alone in this weird dollhouse and I heard my commands through the intercom. There were most likely a dozen of people laughing at me behind the big mirror. Don’t worry. You’re doing fine! I said to myself. “Three steps to the right, please.” “Pick up the yellow cube and put it on the orange square.” It was hard not to become completely nuts. Why this bizarre test, I kept on asking myself. I guess it was the best to do exactly what they asked me to do, without asking questions. It’s wouldn’t surprise me if that was the meaning of this test. To find out if I’m able to obey silly orders without an explanation.