The first few seconds are confusing: voices and blurry silhouettes are dancing nearby, and it seems to me that a pair of clumsy hands are trying to snatch me from this zigzag between sleep and wakefulness. I clearly hear a woman’s voice announcing that I’m about to wake up, and before I completely emerge from this lethargic state, I realise that I am in the intensive care unit.
Happiness lies under the sign of closeness
