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  • I was roller skating when one of the wheels went into a whole I hadn’t seen and I flew to the floor. I hurt my hand and as I couldn’t really move it I headed to the doctor. He thought my wrist was broken and sent me to hospital.

    While I went for an x-ray with a doctor something happened and most of the doctors were needed so we were left alone. We were all moved to two big rooms so that doctors could work in the other room.

    When I was taken back there from the x-ray room all the chairs were full. “Oh, not all. There’s one there, near the man cuffed to two policemen.” So I went there and sat near a quite old man cuffed to two policemen: one sitting in front of the man (A, from now on), the other sitting at the right side of the man (B, from now on). A very comfortable position for the cuffed man, as you can imagine.

    A: Hey you! Why do you sit down here?

    Me: Well… you have your own chair, he has his own –I said pointing to the cuffed man- and he has his own too…-I added pointing to the other policeman.- So why shouldn’t I sit down here?

    A: Don’t you see he’s cuffed to us and we’re taking him from prison?

    Before I could answer the cuffed man told me: “Aren’t you scared?”

    Me: Well… you could be a serial killer. But you could be not. And in this country (Spain) people who steal banks don’t go to prison and people who steal bread does, so…

    How much was he laughing, you can’t imagine and I wish I could have taken a picture of the faces of those two policemen!

    I started talking to the prisoner. He turned out to be a quite old gipsy. When I told him that my great-grandmother was a gipsy he started using songs to talk to me. And when I told him two words in caló (the gipsy’s language) his eyes were bright as a kid’s. He smiled. Everyone was silent and looking at us with strange eyes. But he was very funny and I was having a nice time while waiting to know if my wrist was broken or not.

    Then the nurse called my name and I had to leave.

    Me: Well, I have to go now. Good luck!

    C: Same to you, girl! Hope it’s not broken!

    Me: Thanks! Bye!

    I was already walking towards the nurse when...

    C: Wait!

    I stopped walking and looked at him, smiling.

    C: Thank you for talking to me.

    I smiled a very big smile and walked towards the nurse who had a disgusting look on her face. But as soon as I had walked to steps I was feeling very bad. Terribly bad. I suddenly felt very sad too.

    Why should anyone have to say thank you for exchanging some words?
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