יום רביעי, נובמבר 12, 2008

I spent part of my morning at one of the capitals hospital`s, with a friend that wasn`t well. I hesitated where to go. One good hospital was far away,the other hospital, I just don't like.

My Grandmother died there six years ago, it was the midst of the Intifada, lots of terror attacks. Visiting her seeing how old age and two world wars and sitting in jailת have affected her, in delay, but they have. the heavy medication and pain brought bad memories back and she screamed and cried for help, that brave fearless woman.

Today hospital looked different. Its all renovated now. white walls more privacy. nice pictures on the wall. Even the nurses are kinder and the doctors are better looking.

But it is the place she died.

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