Picnicking

The next day, Nachum, David and Yaniv came over with food left over from the Shavuot meal at Gabi’s in-laws. I managed to walk down the two flights, past the smokers billowing smoke in the non-smoking areas, through a labyrinth of corridors to a patch of green where we sat and enjoyed our picnic. It was almost idyllic – that I was wearing an ugly pink hospital gown and had a tube protruding from my body somewhat spoiled the illusion.