Dr. Albert Flipout

I was born a HUMAN on January 21, 1913 in Dusseldorf, Germany, the only child of a middle class family. I was a good student, and in 1932, after succeeding in the exams, I was accepted at the University of Vienna and studied medicine, which was my parents wish. It was there, at the University of Vienna, that I met Sigmund Freud with whom I came to be very close. Not only was he my teacher, but he became my mentor, something like a second father. Especially after my parents death at the Hindenburg zeppelin disaster in 1937. A year later in 1938 I got my degree as an anesthesiologist and decided to follow Dr. Freud to London, where he fled because of the Nazi regime. Dr. Freud suffered of mouth cancer, which spread pretty fast so I volunteered to help Dr. Max Schur, personal physician and friend of Dr. Freud, to put an end to his misery by injecting him with three shots of morphine. Sigmund Freud’s death was a big shock to me, and being left all alone made me feel lost. By the end of 1939, after some serious thinking, I decided to move to America hoping to work at a hospital as a doctor.