CHAPTER SEVENLand of the Free: 1964
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The relentless flickering continued. His eyes were shut, still the strange tapestry of strobe-lights assaulted his retina like they had on no-man’s land eight years ago when he stopped breathing and lost consciousness. His brain, too, had stopped working efficiently and seemed to be recharging itself by fits and starts, the images of that terrifying moment at the border between the old and the new strangely suspended in time.
Attila’s EEG at St. Vincent’s Charity Hospital in Cleveland didn’t last long but it was intense. In a gown that tied in the back and with dozens of electrodes tacked into his skull, he lay on a white examination table. The relentless flashing lights kept pulsing faster and faster while the EEG traced his brainwaves. The room wa
