The windows of his ward look out over an empty hospital courtyard. A grey asphalt base with only the sky above. It looks like an amphitheatre awaiting the performance of a tragedy by Aeschylus. The seats are the windows in the seven-storey hospital building from which its inhabitants look out at the world. On closer inspection, you will see that hundreds more spectators have found their way in. Garlands of pigeons festoon the roofs. The very best seats, the equivalent of the stalls, perches in the trees, have been seized by a dozen very important crows. Fussy sparrows migrate from seat to seat in eager anticipation. The scene comes punctually to life three times a day. After breakfast, lunch, and dinner, leftover bread showers from nearly every window to the bottom of the hospital well. Th
