This interview was undertaken in the Hagen General Hospital on
September 7, 1996, with Ellen Hong, a musician. The interviewer is Inspector
Hermann Shimizu of the Hagen Police.

Int: This appears to be a serious injury.

EH: Serious. She should have killed me. [Cries for some time]

Int: Where did this happen?

EH: At the place where I lived. [Pause] At Gaussstrasse 2,
	Hagen. It was a commune.

Int: Why did you live there?

EH: I liked the communal lifestyle. The real communal lifestyle.
	You were able to live with so many interesting people.

Int: Who owns the house?

EH: I've no idea. You should know, you're around it all the
	time. Why couldn't you have come around this month?

Int: If we had?

EH: You might have gotten her.

Int: Your attacker?

EH: Yes.

Int: How long had she been there?

EH: About two weeks. We were always having people passing
	through. Some of them stayed forever, others just
	overnight. Some of them were on the run, but we never turned
	anyone away. 

Int: What was her name?

EH: Jane X.

Int: X? The letter?

EH: Yes. And she had this man with her. This poor lost man. His
	name was Peter. Peter Nothing.

Int: Nothing? 

EH: Thats what he said. She just called him bitch and cunt all
	the time. She never used his name.

Int: What did they look like?

EH: He was about 180 cm tall, and she was about a head shorter.
	They were both quite thin and wiry, he always looked like he
	needed to shave. They both had brown hair, although hers was
	dyed blonde. Peroxide. She had big eyes, but you never wanted
	to look at them directly. It was un-nerving. He just looked sad all
	the time. So sad...

Int: Why did she attack you?

EH: Because she was a possessive bitch. Because she wanted that
	poor man to drink himself to death.

Int: You were attracted to him.

EH: Yes. 

Int: Is that how did she come to attack you?

EH: It was over him. He was so sad. She treated him like a dog.
	He was always following her around like a pet, begging
	forgiveness. Out loud, all the time, it was painful to listen to.

Int: Forgiveness for what?

EH: I've no idea. But there was no excuse for her to treat him
	like that. On the two Saturday nights they were there, they
	shut themselves up in the room, and then there would be all
	this screaming. I don't know what they were doing in
	there, but they took the cables off the VCR both times. It was
	quite rude. The second time, they had a big argument, and he
	was yelling, things like "I won't do it anymore", and "For God's sake
	forgive me". Then there was all this crashing, and I found him
	later that night, on his knees beside the door, clutching the
	handle and begging to be let back in. Begging for forgiveness. He
	was all covered in blood.

Int: He was injured?

EH: Yes. I don't know if it was all his blood.

Int: Did he go to a hospital?

EH: No. I took him downstairs and cleaned him up. He had some
	nasty cuts on his head with glass in them. I asked him what it
	was all about. He said that he wanted to stop hurting her, but
	she wouldn't let him. I might have thought that this was a
	traditional beaters argument, but when I looked in his eyes, you
	could see that he was the one who was beaten.

Int: Are you certain about that?

EH: No. But it felt like that to me.

Int: What did you do after that?

EH: I talked to him.

Int: Like we're talking now?

EH: Closer. I held his hand and told him that I forgave him.

Int: How did he respond?

EH: He looked so relieved. He thanked me. Then he went back
	upstairs and fell asleep beside the door to their room, on the
	floor.

Int: You didn't sleep together?

EH: Oh god no. I mean, I liked him, but I hardly knew him. I
	just forgave him.

Int: She found out about it.

EH: Yes. She came into my room as I was sleeping. I woke up, with
	her looking right into my face. Oh God, those eyes. I couldn't
	move, I was so frightened. She told me that I had no right to
	forgive him and that I was never to talk to him again. And
	then she left. 

Int: Was there any physical threat?

EH: Not directly. I always lock the door to my room before I go
	to sleep, and my window was locked. When I got up again, they
	were still locked. With bolts. I have no idea how she got in
	or out without unlocking them. 

Int: But you did talk to him.

EH: No. I saw them that morning. He was all covered in bruises, and
	blood again. She wouldn't let him wash it off. 

Int: How did she come to attack you again?

EH: I was so angry. I was going to Paris that day, for an
	audition for the ORTF Orchestra, and I left a note behind this
	bottle that Pete kept in the big room downstairs. It was
	hidden behind some books, but I don't know why. No one would
	have ever have drunk from any bottle that he used.

Int: What did the note say?

EH: Someone still forgives you.

Int: And she attacked you when you returned?

EH: I was so happy. The audition had gone so well. I had worked
	all my life for it. Its so hard to make a living as a
	classical pianist. All of us in the house had a celebration,
	but they weren't around. Someone had said they left. The room
	they were in was a horrible mess. 

Int: So she came back?

EH: The same way. Everything was locked, but she was there, in my room. She
	looked at me so sweetly. I was so scared. She took my left hand
	behind me somehow, and it hurt. She made me write a note. She
	dictated it slowly, word by word. [Cries]

Int: What did she ask you to write?

EH: 'This is the last thing that I will ever write'. I didn't
	write the last word. I begged her not to kill me. She told me
	that she wouldn't kill me. Not physically. Then she did things
	to my hands. Then she was gone. It hurt so much. The fire
	brigade had to break down the door to get me out. I couldn't work the
	bolt. The doctor said that I will be legally disabled for the
	rest of my life. I hope that someone beats her to
	death. Slowly. I really do.