Look! Sharky shouted.
The ovens were in front of us again.
Wull, boyz, seein as ya need it, go ahead an squat yerself down a little, way we been runnin aroun the lager, yes sir, kep me a while there, boyz, damnation! Curious little buggers! said Josef Novák the skeleton. Wull an every so often I go down there da peek in on the oberst … down there, boyz, by those spits there’s tubs a water an whirlpools an all sorts a contraptions … an whoever wants to … but only if ya know um! Wull an I remembered that strudel an alla those soups … so I awways stop down there time da time an give the oberst a drink … that swine oberst a mine … an he goes: Sank you, Mr. Novák … misterin me again, heh! … the oberst’s on his own down there … there’s lots of um burnin an sizzlin all by their lonesomes! Ya got some strange cases, sokolites … an some a those spits got crowds round um too … families … husbands or wives, frinstance … other wimmen too, dependin on yer setup … go down there an fan um … can’t help too much though, boyz, now whoa there … not wid alla those giant knives … an fire all over, yep! An the debbil pitches in wid his pitchfork … loves it! Course that’s what they live for, that’s why they’re there, I mean I’m tellin ya … there’s all sortsa cases … people from heaven they … people, hm! Pff! Someone’s got a thing for some sinner they can go down there, easy as pie! No checkpoints at all, yer in ein zwei drei, I tell ya! … yep, came through here after Auschwitz, sokols, yes sir, oof, said Josef Novák, bones cracking as he dropped into a squat … think I’ll pop round the clinic, see if Mengele’s in, he’ll put me all shipshape, yep, nothin that can’t be fixed … things’re diffrent out our way, sokols, us ole grandaddies we like da chew the fat wid the dochtor time da time … shuffle on in, get a shot or two … even Hanuš, wull not like we need it, but cha know … things’re diffrent out our way …
Bohler sank to his knees and for what must’ve been the hundredth time now, O sling shooters and free lancers, broke into loud moans. Micka spat, this time David didn’t say a word, and Sharky walked slowly up to the skeleton, until his face was about 2 cm away from his … face … and spat through his crooked teeth: Are you tryin to tell us, whoever the hell you are, you Novák, that the man who murdered the Jewish nation, that devil Mengele, is in heaven?!
Whoa there, boyo, now slow down wid that devil stuff, cause see lotsa people … people, hm, anyway … in the wild blue yonder wondered bout that, an lots of um Mengele sent there personally … see, news gets aroun up there, oh yeah … whole place is like one big latrine … rumors an agitations … wull but things’re diffrent out our way … an I was wondrin too, but then one day Hanuš tells me, cause see he’s inda negroz an he translated … propriated … all sortsa negro storees, an he tells me how Mengele’s down in Argenteena, boyoz, yeah? an those modern Izraeli boyz’re huntin im, so he hops a plane an drops in on one a those negro rain forests an some a them negro boyz find im there, Bororoz or somethin, Hanuš tells me, ain’t talkin through my hat, boyoz, no sir, jus sell it like I bought it … Hanuš like surmized it all, yeh? Jus so we’re clear, ha! An these Bororoz, wull, they’re out huntin Vaiz, these other negroz … been fightin for years out there in those forests, cuttin each other’s heads off, like trophies, yep, inhyooman negroz! Like champeenship cups, boyoz, yeh? Swingin it yet, are ya? Wull an so they bag Mengele an take one look an leave im alone … an so there he is, what’s he gonna do … an he’s sittin there in fronna his hut, happy as can be cause those new Jew boyz, those modern ones, won’t be comin afder im there … no sir, boyz, all there is there’s anacondaz an lizardz an parrots an spiderz big as a cottage, all sortsa kina critters, Hanuš tells me … no smart Jew boyz’re goin in there! Not even for Mengele! I tell ya, no mixup there, nope, ha! Wull an one day Mengele sees this negro walkin through the village an he hollers an foams at the mouth an drops an he’s a goner. An Mengele goes da the negro king an says, what’s with that pardner there made im holler like that? An the king says, yeah we dunno, hey Mengele, yer a dochtor, go give it a gander … an Mengele goes an aha! Cancer! The ole familiar, yep! No mixup there! An Mengele goes inda his hut an surmizes an reckons an mutters an snorts … three days he’s in there! That’s the way it was! Cross my heart an hope ta die, pardnerz! Wull an so he reckons it all up … draws some formyalas in the sand … an he tells this negress: Go an get me this stuff … an then tells another one: Go an get me that stuff … an this other one he tells: Go an get me this other stuff … an he nods ta the formyala, wull an that’s how it goes, an the negro king gives Mengele some palm wine an cigars, an Mengele shuts imself up in his hut an dumps the stuff in a satchel an stirs … an stirs … an three days later, bingo! pardnerz, he’s got it! But careful, it’s not over yet: cause afder he went an cured the Bororoz, this delegation a Vaiz comes an says somethin bout some ole feuds … an buryin the pipe … an they got alla these gifts for him an the king … carvings … an heaps a gold … precious gems … so Mengele goes an cures alla those negroz … an peace breaks out all up an down the Ammazon … an alla those negro heftlinks, all of um prosperin an diggin gold … no more cruel diseases or fires or killin or nothin! It was paradise. Yep an him there, boyz! Lived there like that fordy years! An made a deal wid the tribes so they wouldn’t go an stab im. An they went an stabbed im anyways! Yep, go trust a negro.
You’re a racist, Sharky said disgustedly.
Nobody’s found a cure for cancer yet, David said boldly.