Room 7, Station F
I'm sitting here on the
side of my bed in the Landeskrankenhaus in Klagenfurt, Austria.
My good friend, Gionluca
Serafini will pick me up tomorrow at 11.30 AM and bring me home to
Bleiburg.
Outside, for the first
time it is drab and dreary. Heavy cloud cover hides the Sun which has
been blazing from the bluest of blue skies during the last two weeks
or so.
Do I care?
You bet I don't. Tomorrow
is coming-home-day, after 16 long days in Hospital.
Tomorrow is returning to
Bleiburg day, where, so Christin tells me, many friends have been
asking for me.
Tomorrow the weather does
not count. It could rain in buckets or hail or snow.
Tomorrow will be a great
day!
Tomorrow is coming-home-
to-Christin-day.
Each day, which I spent
here, I heard helicopters soaring in, landing on the roof of one of
the hospital's wings. I don't see it, but I imagine that after the
motor noise has ceased, stretcher bearers are rushing up to the
'copter, unloading victims of car crashes, of industrial accidents,
and other life threatening problems, and I am secretly glad that I am
sitting here, with a repaired right lung and not lying on a stretcher
in the Helicopter or in an Ambulance.
What a great day it is
today and what a great day it will be tomorrow
Bertstravels
still counts his blessings.
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