The real story. Listening to the tram:
Two women in the 60s are talking. From the conversation it is clear that both of the clinics go, as the whole conversation is built around diagnoses, tests, prescriptions. And here one lady complains: "I had some days in my bag, or a bag full of all kinds of papers: cheques, tickets. I gathered it all in the fortress. And you can imagine the recipe was thrown out! Go out to the street for a recipe. Oh, let me tell you what kind of people are pigs! What not to throw under the window! I barely found my recipe in the garbage.”