“Old man, I don’t know which planet you are from, but on the planet of ‘Erefia behind the McDonald’s’ the same ambulances wear you on the bearings made of a piece of bresson with folded folders... From any floor to the car.

We are from different planets. The ambulance does not carry patients. In the best case, there will be carriages in the car, and then you will need to find a couple or three brutal but responsive neighbors at the entrance.