Daily bread

WOW TWOIt happened on my return home from the baker’s shop. I saw the women who stumbled and fell down. The dusty  pavement was colored with her blood.  As I jumped to help her, I dropped down my bread.  As I recall the above, the view of my daily bread on the ground hurts me. Nevertheless, in case the story would repeat itself, I would do everything the same.

The acts of kindness come as if out of itself and heal us like the raising dawn.

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presentation of "Modus Vivendi"

It is hard to imagine the modern world without any hospitals.

These institutions have lots of various units and there is no wonder. The blindness and, for example, the movement disorders demand as different medicine as well as the different treatment. In spite of that, all hospitals have one specific smell. It is the smell of pain and a focus on the exclusively personal sores.
In the light of all above, the hospitals for the mentally ill stand like a strange exception. People don’t grieve for any sickness of their own bodies there but comment on the order of events in our world. That should serve us as an example for dealing with life … but these peoples are
refered to as the patients, and something improbable happens. The typical whiteness of the hospital space suddenly dresses in the darkest colors. A look at the sky usually uplifts us but in the yard of the hospital results are opposite.

All the above depict the location of Art therapy club, where the smiles without masks long for Hello.
Blog Modus Vivendi invites you to look at the life that boils under those heavy walls.

I would be happy to deliver your comments to people you will see there.

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