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When I was a child, I had a period when my mom went to the strawberry in Poland, and I stayed with my grandmother and grandfather. I was 6 years old, maybe? Maybe seven, I was already in school. No mobile phones, only a fixed phone. And in the evening, after dinner, (the grandfather worked as a night guard, he was not at home), I go to my grandmother before going to bed to wish her a peaceful night - and she lies and stands, does not speak. Bad for her. At the time, my grandmother was just under fifty years old, and her health was always excellent until then. I panicked into the neighbors (a house for two apartments, issued from the factory). The neighbor opened a few minutes after the knock, I was already licked with tears and soaps. I heard that my grandmother was sick... She told me to call the hospital. The door shut. To other neighbors to run is not an option - far away, and the dogs there for the night descended from the chain, not away from the fence to people.
I went back to my grandmother and grabbed the phone book, trying to find the hospital number - an ambulance then, if I remember correctly, was not. It was necessary to call the hospital and, if lucky, the car will be free and will arrive (a small town at all, one hospital and one ambulance). I cry, I try to find that fucking number, the grandmother is no longer standing, just lying. It was very, very scary and unclear what to do. Mother doesn’t call, to Poland... And grandfather worked far away, there half an hour on a bicycle to go.
Two minutes later, a neighbor broke into the house, I still remember - in pants, but without a shirt, barefoot. I looked at my grandmother and ran to start the car straight, undressed. He carried her there and took her away. I didn’t sleep that night, it was terrible. In the morning he came and said that everything was fine with her, her heart grabbed hard, a micro-infarct or something.
My grandmother was well after the incident, she lived for almost fifteen years. She was taken to the hospital on time.
A good man neighbor was, served us in a similar way a couple of times, carried me to the hospital twice when the ambulance was busy. I didn’t even say goodbye to his wife after that. She told me in the morning that as I could, he didn’t sleep before work because of me. A dog, not a man. In the head still does not fit how she could block the door in front of the child, I knew that the mother was not at home, only me and my grandmother.
I went back to my grandmother and grabbed the phone book, trying to find the hospital number - an ambulance then, if I remember correctly, was not. It was necessary to call the hospital and, if lucky, the car will be free and will arrive (a small town at all, one hospital and one ambulance). I cry, I try to find that fucking number, the grandmother is no longer standing, just lying. It was very, very scary and unclear what to do. Mother doesn’t call, to Poland... And grandfather worked far away, there half an hour on a bicycle to go.
Two minutes later, a neighbor broke into the house, I still remember - in pants, but without a shirt, barefoot. I looked at my grandmother and ran to start the car straight, undressed. He carried her there and took her away. I didn’t sleep that night, it was terrible. In the morning he came and said that everything was fine with her, her heart grabbed hard, a micro-infarct or something.
My grandmother was well after the incident, she lived for almost fifteen years. She was taken to the hospital on time.
A good man neighbor was, served us in a similar way a couple of times, carried me to the hospital twice when the ambulance was busy. I didn’t even say goodbye to his wife after that. She told me in the morning that as I could, he didn’t sleep before work because of me. A dog, not a man. In the head still does not fit how she could block the door in front of the child, I knew that the mother was not at home, only me and my grandmother.