I awoke with the words on my lips:
The cheerful 'Good Morning!' stormed into my hospital ward. It was the time of the visitation. Doctor's welcome inquired of my health state today.
- The headache troubles me, the sweatiness worries - what to talk about the constant backache...
Am I what I talk?
The innocent Good Morning made me the inmate of my troubles. Had I any chance to escape the complaints?
I looked at my neighbor and the uneasiness has doubled. Jonas was bound to the sickbed for forty years already.
I looked at a window. The sun was shining outside. Jonas followed the direction of my eyes and he blossomed with a smile unexpectedly too - we both were smiling. We gave one other a bow. It was done heartily and that was funny. We have learned to look at our headache as at a shadow that witnesses the light. That is not the worshiping of the darkness but otherwise - the gratitude for being alive, the recognition of the light in most unexpected places - underfoot.
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