Zevoord and the Germans

Zevoord Dudenfabulus was the abandoned son of an Egyptian sailor and a Polish prostitute. His forehead was as wide and square as a box of matches and his body flapped beneath his shoulders like laundry hung out to dry. This body was sitting outside a café in Bruges in 1929, but his mind was hidden in the smoke of a Siamese opium house seven years previously.

This was not an unusual occurrence for Zevoord. Ever since the bicycle accident that had torn off his earlobe and left him in a coma for two days his mind had catapulted itself forward and backwards to locations within his own lifetime without warning, reminding him of his past and offering glimpses of his future.

He appreciated the ability to relive his more treasured memories with crystal clarity and was happy to see his future marriage and the birth of his son again and again, but sometimes he wished that he could sit down at a restaurant without having his hors d'ouevres interrupted by the hiss of the shower room at Auschwitz.