Suicide Circus On Sunday

There is not much you can do if you are alone and quadriplegic in the hospital. But only sleeping and watching tv. This is why I am always very well informed about the weather forecast because i watch it five times a day. Hurricane Xavier, the famous one, took down some Caribbean paradises and turned its direction, maybe it was afraid of Donald Trump, to bring warmth to Europe. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, I was aware and expecting 25degrees and sunshine on the weekend. This was one week of waiting for that moment while suffering in my isolation cell.

One week later…the door to the terrace was closed. The nurse and three service ladies came to my room to explain that we can’t go out today, maybe tomorrow. The bossy chef nurse locked the terrace door and took the key and left the work for the whole weekend. Not to disclose any personal information but there was a possibility of a patient to commit a suicide.

However Zivile and me took the lift upstairs and ate some ice cream on the roof top terrace. We stayed there for a while to take some selfies and to update our blog.

Conclusion: first check yourself for alternatives, ask twice and say sorry afterwards.

P. S. Suicide Circus is a club in Berlin, where i used to go and dance into the Sunday mornings.

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