Name That Trauma :: Reader Bartel-Boy on a Murdered Monk

Sorry if my English isn´t that impressing but I´m writing you from a far out country called Germany. The reason why I´m writing this is because of the NAME THAT TRAUMA part on your fabulous site…(…okay maybe it´s a little bit sadistic to dig out that hidden fear of boys and girls who thought they would be safe now…!)

I saw this movie…(or maybe t was a episode of some series) in the late Eighties…I think I was 5 years or so…and the story took place in an old abbey the setting of that movie had this adventure kind of style and the main actors where two kids (they could be on a quest or at least searching for something or someone, their parents maybe?)…the age in which it played seemed like the mid-ages cause they wore historical hipster stuff, potatoe-sack-style.

So the kids reach this abbey and they get friends with an older (but not a kung-fu-monk-age) monk which represented the classical type of his profession: A dark beard, a big belly, little bit drunk all the times and a big big heart…he seemed like this strange "animal-lovin´" guy from the HARRY POTTER movies that they have banned in this cabin in the woods for doing his wildlife-touching stuff…don´t remember his name but that´s not the point. Fact is: he liked the kids and the kids liked him and he offered them his help trying to find whatever they were looking for. Because of his friendly, adorable character he made himself some enemies in the abbey…bad mood monks…always praying always working, always worshipping and yelling orders. They didn´t liked it either that the kids were looking for their things behind this abbey walls. And now it comes:

The friendly monk is trying to find some arguments so the kids could stay but the other fanatics were already closing in as an "no talk-just action" mob! The lovely monk thinks they are just shitting around, tries to calm them…"no boys…what u doing? Let´s get some drinks…etc…" But it´s too late! They force a big wooden bucket over his head which seemed to be boiling water, or hot oil…so steam rises and the nice teddy-bear-buddy-guy is CRYING OUT IN TOTALLY PAIN AND AGONY…the others are laughing in the most evil way and the kids are forced to watch this scene (so did I…I remember that it was only afternoon – not the time of day for this kind of stuff)…while the wailing of the bud-spencer-monk became the silent sounds of death.

And now comes the scene which burned a image in my brain that I can hardly forget: The bad-monks are removing the bucket only to reveal the blank skull-face of the monk with the flesh still falling off..oh man…I cried because of this poor guy and realized in this moment that their must be many, many horrible ways to die in this cruel outside world. So that was the whole story…greetings from over the ocean and keep on doing this great site and the brilliant idea behind it…(if you can´t post this I understand: I believe their must be million of people out there who are trying to get behind their trauma…)

Lot´s of peace, guys!

— BARTEL-BOY