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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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I never believed this could happen to me:
to enter the hospital room, to sit here in a velvet covered armchair, only to witness this brand new scene right in front of me, so close that I can hear the patient’s sighs or just imagine them. That moment when a nurse performs an electric cardiac stimulation, the next moment when the woman lying there startles in her body, jumping up in the bed like a toy out of the box. If I were a real doctor I wouldn’t care at all, at least I wouldn’t feel weak in my bones, leaning over the armchair. I'm only a spectator with a strong mind and a frail body near a kindred soul. The difference is that I wear white, another kind of uniform in a place where everyone else has one, a whiter overall than the nurse’s.
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