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Deliveryman relives the fear of 81-hour elevator ordeal
In the first sit-down interview since he was belatedly rescued in April and then promptly dropped from sight, Mr. Chen spoke yesterday about the lasting results of his confinement: his crippling fear of the dark, his terror of immigration authorities, and the stomach pains that have plagued him since he was trapped in a brightly lighted 4-by-6?-foot box without food or water, thinking that he was going to die.
Now, after months of moving from place to place, mainly out of state, to avoid being picked up as an illegal immigrant, he said he had returned to New York for one day, for medical help. Psychiatrists call such symptoms classic hallmarks of post-traumatic stress disorder, and spoke of barriers to treatment like language, culture and money. But for Mr. Chen, who is deeply indebted for his passage to the United States and supports a wife and son in his home village in the Fujian province of China, his illness mainly represents a disastrous obstacle to delivery work in the nationwide network of Chinese restaurants where illegal immigrants like him are dispatched from New York to toil night and day, six days a week. Last spring, aspects of his elevator ordeal came to seem strangely symbolic of the status of illegal immigrants in New York - omnipresent in the everyday economy of shrimp-fried-rice deliveries, yet virtually invisible in their legal no-man's land. A security camera had been operating in the elevator car the whole time that he was stuck there, even as the police, fearing the worst, were conducting an aggressive door-to-door search of the Bronx apartment tower and sending scuba divers into a nearby reservoir to search for his body. To Dr. Lynne Tan, a Montefiore Medical Center psychiatrist who has helped arrange treatment for Mr. Chen at no fee, there is also wider symbolism in his traumatic experience of helplessness in the elevator, where his cries went unheard, misunderstood or unheeded for so long. In that sense, it is the immigrant experience at its worst. "He can't speak
English," she said. "He was trying to speak through the intercom and couldn't
communicate. This is to be completely helpless and not to be able to ask for
help."
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