ate slowly, enjoying breakfast and the news, thinking that I had to say something before they decide to get out of that area of \u200b\u200bthe room; it was only when I saw that his back turned and was about to take the exit, I decided to call it, "Linda?" the bun of dark hair swayed as she turned her head to me, "uh ... sorry ... you know my previous nurse?", I cursed at that moment: I could go and ask another woman? However, it had the desired effect: she turned back. "I do not know: do you remember what was it called?" ...
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'Hello, my name is ANNA' that was written on that devil of a pink card that did not want to be straight, otherwise the new work was not bad at all. Up to almost six months ago I would not have said, immersed to the elbows in the daily insanity city hospital, with shifts from nineteenth-century factory rent and struggling to survive and bills. The only distraction was the incursions of dr. Wormald near the pediatric ward: you could hear him coming from afar with his "PAPARAPAPARAPA" sang merrily, the ventriloquist's doll in her arms and accent all its own Italian-Australian ... the children loved it! One day I asked him what to sing all the time, his answer was "What, does not know about They Might Be Giants?" To my face a bit 'puzzled laughed and we began to get acquainted. So it was that I discovered that, in addition to working there, also took care of a private school with an adjoining clinic and there was just an opportunity gladly changed. Here there was only the nineteenth-century building (Although the small hospital next door was very modern), the doctor's office on the second floor was found the classic look of someone who lives there at work: on the shelf as well as books about medicine and psychiatry were the portrait of Dorian Gray, The Little Prince , Agatha Christie, the Discourses of the Buddha, cookbooks and herbal medicine ... all strictly NOT for argument, a guitar was shyly peeping from behind a cabinet, 2 prints (a Magritte and Dali) on the walls is maintained regardless of the chaos below and, what is rather disturbing, 4 puppet sat on as many chairs. It was one thing to see them work with children, had an account there so ritrovarsele! ****
... "I do not know," he said after I had described the woman, "but it is also true that not very familiar with the nurses at the clinic on the first floor ... right?" I nodded, but honestly that is not the topic I was interested that much in that moment!
