The Last Night
I had at the very most several days left to live. But by this time I had already assimilated the new form of my existence, i.e. the endless teetering between life and death, so I met the next twist in the skirmish with death without any special fuss. There can hardly be many people who have undergone the same sort of trial and managed to survive, and their borderline condition would hardly have been as prolonged and hopeless as mine. But if there are, they are undoubtedly people of a special destiny with invaluable experience, and each one of them is entitled to enrich the book of human existence with his own page about his acute sense of the fragility of life, to warn others against too much recklessness.
Despite all the efforts of the doctors and nurses, my temperature,
