Departure from convention!

I enter the room and get accustomed to my usual place. While sitting down I already notice the different drawings, which have been placed on the desk. I start to feel uneasy about this situation, but I don’t say anything and wait for doctor Gresel to start the conversation. After sitting down as well she starts asking the usual questions. How am I doing? Have there been any exceptional circumstances? Nightmares? She cannot hide that she has more questions, which normally would not come up in our weekly meeting. I do her the favor and answer her questions quickly. After a short break she starts to move the drawings closer to me. I pick them up and look at them. Silence...

“What do you see, General Gordon? Does this look familiar?”

She looks at me as if expecting that I would recognize those outlines. It normally doesn’t take me that long to recognize familiar drawings, since I made many sketches and drawings myself when I was on expeditions and journeys.

And now I am sitting here, tense, staring at these strangely familiar shapes…