“All the organs went into separate bowls, leaving me panting and sweating. My physique was not ideal for a dissection, or, rather, I did not have the figure of a butcher. By now, my apron had taken on the function of a hothouse, and my hands inside my gloves felt like slippery fish.”

“All the organs went into separate bowls, leaving me panting and sweating. My physique was not ideal for a dissection, or, rather, I did not have the figure of a butcher. By now, my apron had taken on the function of a hothouse, and my hands inside my gloves felt like slippery fish.”

— Annelie Wendeberg