When I hanged the x-ray film on the light-table, my two colleagues could hardly swallow again. I told them it had been the most awful freak of nature ever. That same night, we gathered and made a plan. We consulted a neurosurgeon and explained the situation. He accepted without much ado: his curiosity was as piqued as ours. There was silence; the room in tenterhooks. And afterwards, doctor? How'd it go afterwards? Well, we performed the surgery. There was another, much longer silence. And what did you do with the baby? Well, it died an hour later… But… For God's sake! Don't you realize? This is a supernatural case! His faced flushed. He made fists and shot off his chair, laughing like a loon, loudly. Two policemen came and dragged him outside, past the bemused relatives of the murdered woman. Outside, there were more than a hundred reporters. I remember the scene neatly: it was rather stifling. I never knew afterwards why they were all laughing their ass off, even those colleagues who were still waiting their turn.
Translated by DNAZ Franco