I sit in a line in the hospital, I am the last in front of me two others. A 40-year-old man in a wheelchair. The dead silence. Uncle who was in the wheelchair began to ask me about motorcycles and other things (not for nothing Harley Davidson's bag) scattered with the tongues - we were talking, he started rubbing me as I was chasing himself, said the local, and then the bat! And here I am tied to a chair, I am just driving in a wheelchair... I was taken by the soul, I have really started to re-evaluate reality. I didn’t notice my turn had come. He asks me, can I go? At first I did not pay attention to the verb in his question and answered yes, please. He took and went in. with feet. has entered. by Sam. I have hooked.