At eighteen I wanted to change the world. Like everyone else. Now I fight because the world does not change me. And lose.
And I also wonder what is the point that it is telling on a blog. Do not give a shit to anyone, of course.
But oh well ... does not matter.
Today I want to talk about a person. And I want to do in a public place, because everyone can say that will read: "For the misery in this world there are even people fucking way!" And this is a sign, in its own way of hope.
want to talk to the person whose name is Rac and works at San Giacomo in Rome.
Rac (Rac doc) is the nephrologist who follows me when I got sick in February.
Friday the hospital will close. And she does not have the new destination.
These days I read many responses from anonymous users about the closure of the hospital. I happened to read sentences like: "Ben is a fancazzisti these doctors that instead of working they go for a walk in the Via del Corso."
Okay, this doctor "fancazzista" today, although it was tested for the humiliation of constantly having to "justify" his labor was two hours to comfort and encourage me.
He took his concerns, his incazzature, sacrosanct his desire to say "enough", has set aside and continued to do what he does best: his work.
She is one that does not change the world.
So while there are also those who can "spit" on people that make it better 'I'm sick of Italy, she shrugged and he said: "I am only interested that you are well." And while these morons
of directors who govern us are beano of words such as: "The efficiency of health care." "The innovation of service to citizens ...", she gave me her private mobile phone for any emergency."
Here, in a world of so many empty heads and so many thieves, there is also Rec
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