pro-government
In the doctor's waiting room, a woman approached me and asked, 'Are you Kaća from Šabac': I saw her for the first time, but then my hell began
I sat in the waiting room, leaning against the cold wall, with a number in my hands and my thoughts elsewhere. The smell of disinfectant and stale air mixed in the air, people nervously rustled papers, someone coughed, someone sighed quietly. Everything was like any other day in the hospital – slow, tense, and impersonal.
5 месяцев назад
