CMHI again. Registration again. Papers again.
Something is missing again. Jammed elevator again.
Again the labyrinth of grim corridors filled with suffering.
Again the sick children. Again the heartbroken parents.
Again the grey door of ICU on the first floor. The waiting again.
The uncertainty again. The familiar smell of disinfection liquid.
Again the impertinences „The doctor is not in, I don’t know if he’s coming,
and You, Ms, don’t stroll around here”.
Again the same room. Just a different bed…
In a hospital, Leo automatically looks more sick, in a cage,
ringed, incapacitated, numbered (7023/12), monitored…

He takes it worse every time. He doesn’t smile at everybody anymore.
He cries whenever he sees a doctor approaching…

2012.02.22