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The Patient
By shalimar
"Dr. Anderson, I am finally glad to meet you, sir. My name
is Carla Grucci. I'm the new medical student assigned to
this hospital. All the other students say that you're great
with them and you let us get special hands on experience.
The other students also say that you have a very
interesting case here in the psych ward, a Miss Barbara
Frank."
"Yes she is very interesting," he told Carla as he walked
down the hall. "If it were a simple case of gender
dysphoria she would have been referred to one of the
clinics that handle that problem years ago. She has
paranoid delusions that are affecting her ability to
function normally. She does get violent sometimes, and
tries to attack the other patients or staff. Right now we
have her restrained and in a safe room where she couldn't
do any damage to anyone including herself."
"Will I be able to see her?" asked Carla. "Would she be
willing to talk to me?"
"We could try. She wants to speak to new people to get her
'message,' as she calls it, out. Ah, here we are."
The doctor took out his keys and opened the door to the
rubber room.
"Barbara," he said. "I have someone to talk to you. Would
that be nice?"
"Is he from the FBI?" asked Barbara.
"Nor is she from the CIA," replied Dr. Anderson, "KGB, or
Secret Service. She's a student here at the university."
"Are you sure?" asked Barbara.
"I heard about you from the other students," replied Carla.
"I just want to hear your story. It seems incredible. To
make sure, I need to hear the original from you."
OK," said Barbara. "I'll talk to you if you'll promise to
check out what I say about those that I mention."
"Some I can't," Carla replied. "From what I was told, some
are already dead."
"Please check what you can," replied Barbara.
"I'll try," Carla answered. "I'll do what I can."
"That's all I can ask," stated Barbara.
"Where should I start?" Barbara continued.
***
"My true name is Richard Ivanovitch. All of my grandparents
came from Russia during the beginning of the Revolution. In
the close knit community my grandparents lived in, my
parents who were born in America met and married. I was
born in 1947.
"Don't look at me like that! You're asking yourself how
could a 32-year-old female be born male 50 years ago. But
as you said, my story is incredible.
"My life was fairly normal for a baby boomer. I even went
to NYU in New York City. In October 1970 I was drafted and
was sent to Viet Nam in January '71. My platoon and I were
on patrol in the jungles just north of Da Nang during the
Tet offensive.
"We had a firefight and captured three VC and a Russian
advisor. Knowing Russian from my childhood, I was able to
get the Russian's basic information: name rank and serial
number. He said his name was Nicholas Devonslavich a
Captain in the Soviet Army. I told him that was all we
would need now.
"When we got back to the base I was ordered by my superiors
to assist in the investigation until some experts arrived
two days later. While I was there the Russian admitted that
he was an advisor for the VC. I do not know what happened
to him after the experts arrived.
"Just after the experts arrived, my commanding officer
talked to me about what had happened and why I knew
Russian. I explained that if it wasn't for the revolution
that I would be an heir to a Russian noble's estate and I
along with my brothers and sisters, spoke Russian from the
time we were infants. English in fact was my second
language that I learned in the streets where I grew up.
"I had to repeat what I said in Russian to the experts.
They asked me questions about my knowledge of Russia. I
told them that I'd never been there. I explained that I
didn't know anything about Moscow or Petrograd or any of
the countryside.
"They were surprised that I used the name Petrograd instead
of Leningrad as it was then. But when my grandparents left
Russia it was still Petrograd and that's the way I learned
it.
"I described in great detail the home I grew up in, the
people I knew, the schools I attended and other parts of my
life before the army. I was always talking in Russian
except when they needed a clarification in English. In some
ways it was nice because I was able to talk about happier
times before the army. It also enabled me to think in
Russian, which I hadn't done since I'd started college.
"During that time I had no duties with my unit. After about
a week of this questioning I was given R&R and ordered to
report to Moscow in Kansas about two weeks later. I didn't
know what I was getting into, but anything was better than
risking being shot at in the jungle of Vietnam, or so I
thought.
"I spent the R&R going back to my old neighborhood. I
needed to visit family and friends. Perhaps I knew somehow
that would be the last time I would ever be there. After
the great two weeks I arrived at Moscow. It was set up as
THE Moscow.
"Nobody there even spoke English to anyone at any time. I
was given intensive training including repairing my accent
so I spoke like a native of Moscow instead of someone who
had moved to the city from somewhere else. When I was ready
I was to go to the Soviet Union where I was to become a KGB
agent in the Soviet Union disguised as an army captain. It
was a great cover.
"Can you imagine me a spy? I still can't. My main job was
to ascertain supplies being sent to North Vietnam and
Soviet troop movements. I also installed homing devices for
our guided missiles.
When Bush and Gorbachev announced that our missiles were
not going to be aimed at each other a few years ago I
almost died laughing. I also thought it was funny that
Gorbachev was the Soviet who made the announcement. For you
see, my main contact was an Uncle Misha who later became
the last Soviet Premier. Uncle Misha gave me most of my
assignments.
"The orders seemed real, and anyone who had the nerve to
check me out found out that I did have orders to go to the
bases. My cover allowed me to walk around the bases with
impunity. I also had a card that said I was in the party.
That card amused me because of my real heritage. I knew
that papa would also find it funny.
"My most dangerous mission occurred near the end of my time
in Russia. I was at a small fortification on the banks of
the Amur River when the Chinese started shelling the fort.
The Chinese claimed that part of the Russian side of the
river.
"When the shelling started, I gave orders and was able to
get most of the troops protected. One youth was badly
injured and couldn't get to safety. I ran out and grabbed
the soldier and ran back with him on my back. Less than a
second after I passed one spot it became a mortar hole. The
commander at the fort insisted that I get a medal. I was
told after I returned to the States that they couldn't find
me and I was awarded that medal. The medal was Hero of the
Soviet Union or something like that. Me, a hero.
"It was two days after the Amur River incident that Uncle
Misha asked me to take a walk with him in Moscow. He said
he just received disturbing news and that he wanted to make
sure that the story was accurate. He then went into details
of what is probably the most incredible story I have ever
heard."
***
"Presley is still alive," Misha said.
"I heard he died a few weeks ago," I replied.
"Elvis was a Cuban spy," he said.
"I don't believe that," I said.
"Castro had to get Presley out of the U. S. before the FBI
arrested him. So now Elvis is living in a villa in Havana
with his mother."
"She died years ago."
"His mother recruited him. When things got hot for her,
they faked her death."
"Why? It doesn't makes sense."
"He was the main contact for Oswald in the U. S."
"Presley and Oswald. That's a good joke."
"No joke," he said. "Oswald killed Kennedy because Kennedy
killed Marilyn Monroe."
"You see," Misha, continued, "Castro had Kennedy killed
because Castro was in love with Monroe. They had an affair
before Fidel took over Cuba. He never stopped loving her.
Then Kennedy came into the picture and Marilyn fell madly
in love with Jack. Fidel felt bad about losing Marilyn, but
didn't do anything against Kennedy even after the Bay of
Pigs.
"Then Kennedy got Marilyn pregnant. It would have ruined
his presidency. Kennedy had to do something. He had his
brother set up the killing of Marilyn through the mob.
Bobby Kennedy, the mob fighter was just an illusion and a
means of getting rid of some rebel mob personnel. The mob
actually got stronger under the Kennedys.
"Somehow Fidel found out that Marilyn was killed by the
president and vowed revenge. Oswald went to Graceland got
the assassination job through Presley. Just before he went
to Texas, Kennedy found out about the plot against his life
and sent Special Agent Jack Ruby to eliminate Oswald before
Oswald got him. Ruby was then supposed to go into the
witness protection program as soon as he took care of
Oswald. As you know, Ruby was a little late, but took out
Oswald anyway. You couldn't have loose ends.
"As 1 returned to Washington that night, a shaken Bobby
Kennedy swore revenge. He eliminated Jimmy Hoffa, another
Castro agent. It was Hoffa who supplied the gun and bullets
to Oswald. Bobby had his friend Wellington Mara burry
Hoffa. As a result the Jets and Giants have one thing that
no other team in the NFL could ever have: the ability to
dance on someone's grave. Bobby also tried to get Castro,
but the plot failed.
"Fidel was furious when he learned about the plots. He
decided that the Kennedys had to be destroyed permanently.
First he hired a racist to kill Dr. King. Castro wanted no
one close to Kennedy to survive. Then he hired a
Palestinian to knock off Bobby. The Palestinian connection
was a stroke of genius of the dictator because of Kennedy's
pro Israeli stand. To make sure that these assassinations
seemed random, Castro also attacked Governor Wallace.
George was effectively taken out of politics by Castro.
"But Castro wasn't finished. Fidel had to get Eddie
Kennedy. He sent a demolition expert to the Kennedy
compound on Martha's Vineyard and fixed Ed's car so it
would crash. Ed was the real intended victim, but that near
miss destroyed Ed's reputation so he could never run for
president. As far as Castro was concerned he succeeded.
"You expect me to believe this?" I asked.
"I expect you to find out if it's true," replied Uncle
Misha.
"How will you get the info when I return?"
"I have my ways," he said. "I have my ways."
***
"After that, Uncle Misha gave me one final assignment. I
was told to 'inspect' the defense facilities on Big Diomede
Island. It was January and there is NO sun there that time
of year. The ice between Russia and the United States at
those islands is so thick that a truck can drive between
the two islands. About one day after I got there, I put on
a fur coat and boots and ran to Little Diomede Island. The
Soviet troops fired at me when I was about one hundred
yards from the border.
"As soon as I crossed into U. S. territory I threw up my
hands and shouted, 'American, American.' The U. S. troops
brought me around their snow bunker and waved to their
Soviet cousins who had stopped firing at me as soon as I
crossed the border.
"I couldn't get off the island immediately. There was a
blizzard that day and the next. It took almost a week
before the Captain of this Alaskan National Guard unit
could send me off the Island to a base near Anchorage. In
Anchorage, I was debriefed for over two weeks. I never
though I would be glad to speak English again. After that
ordeal I was sent to Fort Dix in New Jersey where I was
given a metal for spying and discharged.
I rested and enjoyed the life in NYC's Greenwich Village
for two weeks while I tried to contact Senator Kennedy.
Eventually I was granted an audience with the senator and
headed up to Massachusetts where Kennedy was living. I gave
him the information I had and told him that I was asked for
confirmation.
"Ed told me that he was not drunk the night of
Chappaquitic. He told me all of a sudden his brakes and
steering failed. He tried to save Mary Jo but she couldn't
swim. He dived several times as he tried to save her. He
also confirmed that he had heard that Monroe was pregnant
with Jack's child and that the coroner in that case was
bribed to keep things quiet. He would get the "King of Rock
and Roll" for what he did. Eddie got in touch with
President Ford and tried to hatch a plan to get Castro and
Presley. It never materialized.
"Instead, the FBI came to my home on West 4th Street in
Greenwich Village. It was a two-bedroom railroad flat on
the third floor of the apartment building. I let them in
and they handcuffed me. They never read me my rights.
"I was taken to a facility in New Jersey and held there for
a week. They never questioned me. I then went to someplace
along the Mississippi. I saw the river out my fourth floor
window. I was there over a year. Nobody talked to me. I was
going crazy.
"They then took me to Nevada's Area 51. I knew where I was
because I had visited it before I left for the Soviet
Union.
"The first time I was there getting instructions on a new
type of equipment. This time a new type of equipment was
being used on me. I awoke with strangers calling me Barbara
and asking me if I was all right.
"These strangers claimed I was their daughter. They claimed
I had a nasty fall from the window of our house and I was
unconscious for a few months. Well part of their story was
true. Incredibly, I was female and about seven years old.
They took me "home" to their house in Irvington, New
Jersey. They even pointed to the window and roof from where
I fell. I have no knowledge of my life in Irvington before
I left that hospital. It was Northwestern Memorial Hospital
in Chicago. Why was I in a hospital in Chicago if my so-
called parents lived in New Jersey? Even Valhalla in
Westchester would make more sense.
"The government thought they had gotten rid of me, but I
fooled them. I bided my time. When I graduated high school
I stared telling everyone about my ordeal, but nobody
believed me. I told an undercover FBI agent. He claimed
that I became violent and had me brought to this nut house.
I have been here ever since. I AM NOT VIOLENT!"
***
"Is that it?" Carla asked.
"You want more?" Barbara replied. "I've never been kissed
by a boy. I am a boy. I guess man is the proper word since
I am now 32. I still like girls even with these hormones
ranging through my body."
"Do you still remember Russian?" Carla asked.
"Sure," replied Barbara. "Why?"
"I have a friend who speaks it very well. Perhaps I can ask
you to speak to her."
"That would be nice. I haven't spoken it in years."
***
Carla let herself out of the rubber room and found Dr.
Anderson.
"She seems so believable," Carla told him.
"She believes that story about the conspiracies," he
answered. "We can't shake her delusions. And her violence
is well documented despite what she told you."
"Thank you, doctor," Carla said. "Do you have anything else
interesting?"
"Why, yes, I do." Dr. Anderson said. "We have a catatonic
case just down this hall..."
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