The Visitor:

All the horror of the clinic is understood immediately at the entrance: at the height of the flu epidemic, not masks are distributed, but babies.

It is not all. Everything becomes understandable when you are not allowed to go to the procedure without these Bachiles, you go in the Bachiles, and then a cupcake with Bachiles comes in, but without Bachiles, as dirty as my thoughts at the age of 13. and the ground floor of diplomas, foxes, medical workers rush to her shirt to choose.