All about me – with others as marginal characters. 

Months ago the dermotologist photographed a few of the more interesting of the marks on my body and sent me to Ichilov.  But the holidays and then the war put everything off and my appointment kept changing and moving back and forth.  Today was my day and even though I feel terrible I went, expecting the procedures to last all day.  But the biopsies and the removal of one growth were quick and painless, unlike the instructions I was given, and perhaps if I had felt good to begin with, it would have been almost fun.    

The thing was, the place was overcrowded.  Not for me, because I have gonnections, but for everyone else.  I actually know the hospital well, and have never seen it so full of people.  I wouldn’t have noticed so much if I hadn’t needed to stop so often and rest on the way out.  Not more severely injured people – but with many ambulatory patients.  To my mind many of them had been delaying treatment until the ceasefire.   Or perhaps their doctors were at the front.  But when we finally got to the parking garage we saw the same thing – an unbearable crowd.  It was impossible to get out.  Nevertheless, it is clear there was a quiet and a unity to almost all the contacts that the people made.  

What this means I am not sure.