One day they would tell you to go away, because someone else needed that cot.ĭismas couldn’t tell for how long he had been lying in that cot, in the last row, in the darkest and coldest place of the room. The caregivers had the niceness of automats, they did not smile and did not give kind words they simply appeared, did whatever there was to be done and left. Rooms and halls and corridors were haunted by the agonizing screams of the wounded, of the dying, and even of those on the way to recovery. Dark and cold, because there was only one large fireplace per room. The Sanitarium, like the entire Hamlet, was a depressing place.
