The third time I felt guilty, as if hastening someone's death, until yesterday I was forced to hide. A person is suspected of having lung disease, said the midwife, because in the village there were no doctors, only midwives. But someone's nature to buy. He seemed reluctant to seek treatment, and finally his body was thin, his flesh seemed to run out, the skin on his stomach, and his bones were cut right. His body, if he had removed the skin, would look like a cone. Since he was the father of the SS staff, I tried hard to cheer him up, and asked his wife, hither and thither questions. Fife days ago, he was brought back to the midwife, and the midwife was reluctant to impregnate him, then he was taken to the Harima hospital, but there he refused, because he said, dr. lungs absent from work. The patient was referred to Cibabat Hospital. But Cibabat refused, because there was no room, all full. Finally brought home. That Saturday night I visited and asked if the sick liked to smok