Mickey lived with my neighbour. He was like my brother, I visited him daily even if only for five minutes, to chat to him- he became ill and I went to see him. visiting hospitals always has an odd effect on all of us- from there but for the grace of God go I - to- half the other type of problems we have on our planet would not be here were it not for medicine and hospitals (a young fellow, trainy male nurse used to discuss this with me, I had always been too steeply traditional to take such thought on -I found nurse training to be the friendliest of all the things I have done, true kameradie!)- to how fringe groups of health shockingly abuse and daily break the rules.- calling it ''sport'' and totally without regard- but then we have to remember that Auschwitz Experimental camp five was run by Human Research. Nothing has changed, only musical chairs leaves different sitters and different standers..