I was put into surgery. As soon as he entered the chamber, he noticed a sleeping guy, he was 30-35 years old, without a leg. I put off my bags and went to smoke. I go back to bed and see that the guy, who has no legs, got up and sat on the bed. Then he began to look, I immediately realized that he was after anesthesia, and looked at everyone who was in the chamber. He looked at the rest of his leg, and then on me. Again on my feet. Later there was a question I did not expect to hear. He asked, “You don’t know where my foot is?” At that moment I felt uncomfortable.