Today was just one of those days. And this is not fiction. I
‘killed’ a patient and smiled. ‘Smiled at it’ or ‘smiled about it’ I am
not so sure. I smiled.
You see, as it usually is supposed to happen in this part of
the world, I had to weigh between two competing emergencies. I had to make the
choice of who lives and so the other dies. Dies like a dry leaf in the firm
grip of man. Into ashes and blown away by the wind. To nowhere in particular.
