(London Guardian) The first thing you notice as you walk into the operating theatre is the smell. There isn't one. There's no whiff of chemical preservatives, no sniff of disinfectant and, reassuringly, no smell of bodies. The room is brightly lit, spotlessly clean and there's little noise apart from the buzz of air-conditioning units, the clatter of surgical tools and hushed conversation.
It takes a while to get your bearings in such as clinical environment. It's only when you do that you notice the dismembered human arms lying on bloodstained white absorbent pads on the stainless steel operating tables. Some have been severed above the elbow, others at the shoulder.