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Retracing a Happening
by Jan Oscar Hansen
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  Afternoon at the big hospital, far from home
I sat on my bed wearing a new pajama;
tomorrow, the surgery. From my window I could
see the zoo and cable cars going overhead so
punters could admire animals from above; but
think if a car fell into the tiger enclosure.

I had a packet of fags in the bedside drawer,
thought of sneaking into the loo, but someone
had removed the packet and lighter too.
 
I was in a strange mood, like I had hypnotized
myself and it was not me who sat on the bed like a lamb
that knows nothing of the morrow.    
 
A brisk nurse came, gave me a pill and a glass of
water, when I awoke my throat was sore, but
they wouldn´t give me water and I hated those
who had done this to me. 
 
Three days later, a day in May, they let me go.
Dressed in shorts, open-necked shirt I took a taxi to
the bus terminal. Driver helped me out of the car,
and I made slow progress up some steps to the ticket
office. A woman came, helped me to find the right bus
and she carried my bag. Must have fallen asleep, when
I woke up, the bus had arrived at my home town and
I took a taxi to the local hospital where the trek began;
my car was there but I could not drive it, chest too sore
and I worried about the stitches. A neighbour looked
after my dog feed and let her into the house at night. 

The dog knew I was near so I took another taxi home.
Glad to see me, she knew I was ill and didn´t jump up
and she slept in the doorway of the bedroom making
sure that no harm came to me. 
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