O parrulo nun vaso

You are awake. You are here. You are. You. What are you? Who are you? Another day, you are here. Existing again another day, being again. A being. Being over again. Who? Bringing thoughts together, memory, light. Come on, come on. Nano. Your name is Nano! And yes, you are Nano, and you are here! Fucking hell, Nano, you are here! Yes. Where the hell are you? Where are you, you think in fear. You feel on the back of your hand the touch of unknown sheets, the weight of a very light blanket, you are lying on an unknown bed, the rough and clean touch of the sheet, smells of detergent, humid with your own sweat. And it comes to your mind, or is it memory? that you are in some hospital. That you are in hospital. Definitely, you are in hospital. And you think, good God, I am in hospital. And then is there anybody else in this room? because in hospital you always share a room, Nano. Who are you with in this room, who is there by your side?

And you think, oh fuck, I am so fucking scared of hospitals and look where you are now. You thought that you would not come to a hospital again and here you are now. How many years since you last stepped into a hospital. Since you lost your hand. One does not simply think such things happen, but they do happen and one has to be ready.