It was special only in that the patients were shut carefully in solitary rooms. The ones who acted out were tied to their beds with belts—for their own good, admittedly. If Hanka hadn’t been firmly attached to the pallet, she would probably have torn her wrists open with her teeth. Or banged her head against the wall until she lost consciousness. But now fighting didn’t make sense—the trained staff had done their job well. “You won’t die here!” What a perfect slogan for this gang. So Hanka stopped fighting. She also decided not to swear or spit on the nurses. It was barely a problem for them to give her an injection. The more she tried to escape, the more they made sure she couldn’t. Having calmed down, she followed the hospital staff with her eyes when they entered her room. Maybe her constant observation would baffle them? No, they just did their jobs. Gladly, in no hurry. Real assholes! One day a stranger appeared. His hair was thin on top and his facial hair must have been at least three day’s worth.
