the job of a nurse seemed exhausting to you, but it was much better than working hard at the factory. The ever-arriving wounded soldiers and employees, the crowded wards and the spirit of death were suffocating and unpleasant, like the stifling smell of dead grass that causes migraines. these people... They weren't to blame for anything. they did as they were told from above and destroyed each other like ants. why did they have to suffer like that?

they shared their life stories with you, because it somehow eased their suffering. Meanwhile, you saw both nobility and real meanness in their thoughts. While some soldiers were crying and begging the Lord to bring their dead loved ones back to life, others were not shy about their marriage and flirted with other nurses... although sometimes it was funny, especially when a person was under anesthesia.

you had to watch one of these today. He was listed in the documents as Sturmbannfuhrer Dieter Armin Hellstrom. He had surgery to remove the bullet from his leg and sew up some wounds of neck, and during the entire operation, this Hellstrom gloriously inhaled chloroform. you also had to keep an eye on him in case he started to feel sick or generally felt unimportant until the effect of chloroform stopped.

on the photo in the documents, he was so serious, it was immediately obvious — a real Sturmbannfuhrer. but there was a man lying on the bed, smiling with all his teeth, who found almost everything funny.

"white walls here, look like chalk... I would eat chalk now... Honey, could you bring me some chalk? No, I don't want chalk, I want to dance... tango, tango.."