Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Waldoniel likes this hospital
I have that sick romantic fantasy of spending a long but strangely pleasant recovery from some heroic glorious wound or some mystery glamorous disease where this recovery takes place in an old sanatorium with large windows of light and air. There would be a courtyard full of palm trees softly bristling in the afternoon. In those days, when recovery is not painful but rest necessary I chit chat with other patients, we play majhong, or I read some small poetry book sipping my evening pills. The governor, of course, comes on occasion all dressed in white to pay his respects in gratitude for my services to the cause. You know, like a much better shaped "English patient", one expecting a 100% recovery, circa 1920.
Yeah, I know, it is sick and I have read too many historical novels, and watched too many of their reconstructions, but I may have found the joint today, the perfect pre-AC architecture, where big windows are still open to avoid AC when weather allows. Though it is now in the middle of a bustling city :(
I do believe that the architecture is classical enough and may allow you to discover the country if you have traveled through it. Though I am pretty sure no one will guess the place. And if you guessed it then you are probably there and we should meet.
And say what you may, if you were sick you can think of much worse hospitals to recover at. So , there!