Although it is only Saturday, is thought Houdini, but we grab him once already dispatched one. Then we have no more trouble, if Monday is the post.
rings in the corner of a telephone. Mine. Embarrassing, but one should make in hospitals. It brings me. Ralf from Dusseldorf turn: "Well, how are you?" - "They're just Get in plaster.". It
thick chunk of plaster were taken from the vat, the bones hinsortiert somehow and X-rayed again. Then the lover was mediated gently that it all is over and I am on the road to recovery JURISDICTION. And I was not even on the way to the hospital room.
Then came the now but still reusable clothing together with the tank bag (be careful Full of electronic tools and toys!) Into a large garbage bag and I got together with him in the elevator and from there into the room. Patient transfer is very painful. This worked without a will walk again to the side. Click-clack of the drip, clamped a long mercury thermometer at least not seen in the armpit. Many nurses scurried around, pretty multi-culti, but all only Italian speaking (probably Filipino, Thai and Romanian).
I still have my cell phone, PDA and can give Digiknipse. TV was, of course.
Italian TV is torture. Even if you do not look. Stripped voices enter into the blow by blow on the following shows and overwhelm actually only with mutual compliments. My bed unfortunate neighbor who had just 4 fingers milled off, I did not take the joy. 
Looking for Out the window. There you have pushed a large postcard in the window opening. In the foreground two larch (not birds), followed Dolomites panorama with snow on the peaks. The postcard has even been replaced several times daily, which was recognizable by a different light - and even infinitely!
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