Berlin is waking up. In every house and apartment bells are ringing, chiming, clanging. The sleepy population rises from their beds; big comfy doubles with another human close beside (some loved, others not so much, if at all), single beds, bunk beds, sofa beds, mattresses on the floor, piles of rags in unusual corners. TheContinue reading “Hufeisensiedlung, Berlin”
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Bed 22
The nurse places her hand gently and firmly on the patient’s back. She pushes to help him stand up from his sitting position on the hospital bed. As she does so she holds his forearm to provide more support. He manages to rise half way and then drops back onto the bed. “Let’s try again”,Continue reading “Bed 22”