In which, moreover, the landscape does not present itself, tonight, in its most favourable aspect, in which it is sometimes much more beautiful, especially with snow. But people end up getting tired of it.
"You know we all up here, believe us, are fed up, unspeakably fed up with her." Emil said.
Where his mouth, even though he twisted into an expression of disgust that seemed exaggerated and uncontrolled, and which again didn't sit well with him.
- You know, you have such a weird way of talking. – Even as Friedrich Hans Ingo said.
- This is weird. - Emil repeated questioning with some apprehension, turning to his cousin.
- No, it doesn't seem to be right, sorry. - He said. – I only had this impression for a moment, which Friedrich Hans Ingo hastened to say.
- I mean the expression. – Us from above. – When Emil, whom he had already employed four or five times, and who somehow made a depressing and strange impression on him.
- You know, as you can see, that our Recovery Hospital is even higher than the village. – Emil said
- It's over a hundred meters up. - They are an increase of a hundred, but they are only a hundred.
- As for the recovery hospital, the highest is Gesegnetes Gluck, on the other side. - He said.
All this is not visible from here.
Being that it goes on in eternal winter, in which they have to transport the corpses in Snow Squad, because the paths become impractical…
- You mean the corpses? – He questioned him.
- So, how's that?? – He questioned him.
- Oh, yes! … Look at that! exclaimed Friedrich Hans Ingo, and suddenly burst out laughing, a violent, irrepressible laugh that shook his chest and made his face stiffened by the freezing wind contract in a pained grimace. — In Snow Squad? - He repeated. - What?
- Now, that you tell me about these things like that, just like that? – How dead people get out of there.
"Isn't that the council's great healing spa for the sick?" –
- You don't sell the idea of a miraculous cure?
- Apparently, you've become very cynical in these five months.
"I'm not cynical, I'm a realist," Emil said, shrugging.
- How did this happen? – He questioned him.
- Like this? After all, dead bodies couldn't care less what happened to them.
- Even if, in fact, it is the rest, it may be that people even get to be cynical, in our midst. - He said.
- I know that Manfred himself is also an old-fashioned cynic, even if he is a classy fellow, by the way.
Even in his stint on the council, in which he went to order in Um-Mu's alliance he belonged to a corporation of the finest.
- And from what they say he's a great surgeon. - He said.
- I know you'll like it. And then there's Markus, his professional colleague, each one of them is a very capable guy.
Even if in the course of those implications it is said, that especially of his activity, specialist in potions and dissection in addition to a mentalist and the mind and study of the psyche of patients.
- How did you say that psychic dissection? - I don't believe. - He said.
- Now you say that disgusting thing. – When Friedrich Hans Ingo said it was with that, that the whole situation was not less than funny.
What the fit of laughter seized him.
Even now, he couldn't subdue her.
Then, after all he'd heard, psychic dissection filled him up.
His laughter was such that the tears were so many that he began to cry, his hand with which, leaning forward, he covered his eyes.
His cousin Emil started to laugh as much as he did, even heartily, which seemed to do no little good.
So, the disembarkation of the two young people took place with joy and relaxation, as they left the car that had slowly brought them down a steep and winding ramp to the portal of the Manfred Axel International Recovery Hospital.
When they arrived at the place, they saw that just to the right, between the gate and the windscreen, was the porter's guardhouse, and from there, where he had been reading Kindle sitting in front of the intercom.
When seeing the telephones, in which he met the new arrivals a Belgian-type servant, dressed in long grey black robes like that of the man with disabilities at the station.
Then he was leading them through the well-lit corridor, where on the left were the halls.
They were there as he passed by Friedrich Hans Ingo glanced in, noticed that they were empty and asked where the guests were.
- Participating in rest and rest sessions, it should be meditation time. - Your cousin said.
- When I was dismissed because I wanted to receive some aesthetic treatments, when you usually also lie down in the treatment sectors where there is a balcony, after dinner.
It was not long before Friedrich Hans Ingo burst out laughing again.
- How is this possible. – He questioned him.
- This occurs in complete darkness; do you still lie on the balcony? – He questioned him.
- And an oxygen treatment taking advantage of the air and the smell of chocolate. – He said, seeing the hesitant man.
- You don't know, the air is exceptionally good here, it's part of the regulation. – Being that this is close to spas, there is an abundance of stifling air coming out of the purple ones, the countless stifling air treatments, it is always done at ten. - He said.
- There are hot stone treatments, there are also plenty of hot pools, where the water heats up through the earth on its own. - He said. – Nobody gets cold. - He said.
- So, come now and see your room and wash your hands, the water is naturally hot, when it enters the pipes from time to time, we have to do maintenance on the pipes, because they clog or are corroded by the hot water. - He said.
They entered the elevator, whose electrical mechanism was put into action by the Belgian servant. As they climbed, Friedrich Hans Ingo wiped his eyes.
- Really, I'm very tired and worn out from laughing so much. - He said, breathing through his mouth.
- You told me a lot of strange things. - He said.
- In which that psychic dissection business is the height; For this I did not expect. - He said. – By the way, I'm a little tired from the trip. - He said.