I was in a very prosperous
industiral town, right in the middle of Africa. Walking around, minding
my own business, a war breaks out. Apparently, Southern Africa was at war
with Northern Africa - kind of like a civil war on a continental scale.
Anyway, the city I was in just so happened to be right in the middle of it all, and also the last
stand. A huge army rushing in from the north, and another from the south.
Scared for my life, I managed to steal a car, and drove off. Believing I was wounded in the
initial crossfire, I searched and searched for a hospital. Driving aimlessly, I eventually
stumbled upon a part of town where people were just wandering about their errands, as if there was
no war taking place.
I pulled up next to a pedestrian, and asked where the nearest hospital was.
"Up that hill," she told me, "the big yellow building with a huge parking lot next to it."
I went up the hill, parked in the huge parking lot, and waited to be seen by a doctor.
The doctor that did see me was a young woman who seemed quite out of place in the middle of
war-torn Africa. She was in her early 20's, and looked more like your average U.C. Berkeley
student than a doctor.
"Let's have a look," she said, just as all doctors do.
After a quick once over, and a slightly more thorough examination right
after, she bandaged my hands and sent me on my way.
