So on the day of the exam I went to meet him in the legendary Dr Faustus House in Prague. I came there half an hour earlier and looking at those beautiful building I could not understand how it was possible that the little palace could host such a person, Dr Vymetal, the man who had so mercilessly directed our fates. Each one of my steps hurt me just as I entered the building, as I realized that it was the one where him, the Vymetal person was working. I felt sick. My fate was mercilessly leading me to meeting the evil impossible to imagine! I found him somewhere upstairs, rang the doorbell and expected that his secretary would answer the door. Instead of that it was himself, "Professor", all dressed in white. A psychologist wearing white trousers, a white shirt and a white coat as if he were a surgeon prepare to act.
Professor Vymetal could not hide his hatred. He wore a mask of a professional psychologist; a mask consisting of several layers and changing according the needs of the current situation. And still he could not hide his hatred in his eyes. I saw the hatred of a hunter learning that his prey survived its injuries and was facing him again. In some moments he showed a specific expression as if saying: "I did know where your weak point was, but now, my fellow, I know it and I am going to stab you just there. The specialist decorated with title in psychology learned that weak spot just there, in Dr Faustus House. It was my limitless love to my own child. The child whom he was trying to tear out of my heart, the child that I could not see nor touch. Professor was just enjoying himself. His "touching" and in the same time slimy remarks just went together with his glee over a loving father torn by his pains, suffering for his own child! The pain of the suffering father... For instance when I was fighting for my freedom and honor here in Czech Republic, being stolen from me upon request of the state power, Professor himself went to Germany where for sure he earned more than here. He stabbed us into our backs and then he went to grab his money from Germany and I had to remain in Czech Republic fighting all these engaged in my case and defending my lost and stolen honor! Honor... That human value was probably as far from the Professor as some star still undiscovered by Ondrejov Observatory.
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