prison break 1

It's all about love, about not judging, about being equal to yourself and to others.

It's all about anger, despair, (broken) trust, scattered dreams, broken families, lonely people.

It's all about rude people, punks, immigrants, outsiders, dreamers, pranksters, firestarters.

It's all about getting out of your comfort zone, about trust, about giving another chance when everyone turned their backs.

It's about learning how to get attached every fucking time, about giving a penny, about (maybe) saving a life.

I am a doctor and I use words like "fuck", "shit", "awesome", "dick head" and other very non catholic/orthodox (depends where you're standing) expressions every day.

I am a "prison doctor". I have fun every day with my guards, with my patients, with my colegues because we love our job.

I am who I choose to be day by day.

My favorite joke is answering to the question : "Where are you, Mada?" "I'm just getting out of jail".

I like to party, I love my job but above all I love my patients. I would do whatever it takes to help them. I am not delusional, I am not Jesus, they cannot be saved but they can be helped. And they need help.

Most of the people don't get it. Why did I choose to work there with the "scumbags" of our society?

Well, for several reasons, one of them would be that I don't think that I am better than they are?

Are you better than them? No, I don't think so. You cheat, you lie, you're greedy, you're arrogant, you're working for money, you're lazy, you're a little bitch in your everyday life, you're racist, you're envious. No one is perfect!

What would you do in their situation? Maybe the same! 

Do you know how it's like to lose everything? You don't! They do!

" All this talk about equality, the only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die!". (Bob Dylan)

So I come as I am in front of them. They try to impress, to seduce, to make me scared ... in the end they are trying to get some emotions from me. 

Now is it good to show emotions to your patients? Maybe, maybe not. 

Addiction is a disease. Addiction is bad and rotten and vicious and...almost impossible to get ride of. It's normal to reject it if you don't try to understand it. 

"Doctor, you will not leave like the other doctors right, after 1 year!" 

"Well, I still have a long road ahead of me, I don't know if this is my final destination :)"

"At least you're honest."

"Always."

It's impossible to explain the joy of every morning when I have to go to my work = prison is my happy place.

I also work in a private practice. It's not the same. I am stiff, I wear my smile and my pretty clothes, I am polite and professional with my Colgate smile. The difference is that in prison break I am free to express myself! At the practice my patient is my client = master. And I hate it, ooooh how I hate it!

It's like having a split personality : switching again and again and again.

It's my choice. It might not be the good one. I could be wrong, I could be right but I stepped out of my comfort zone a long time ago and I became happy.

I think is important to speak about it because it concerns all of us. Putting people in prison is not a solution. It just makes things worse (imagine a person "without person" and a criminal/rapist/drug dealer in the same cell for some months). Look at the "savages" living on their islands/in their forests : justice for all without extreme measures or with measures socially accepted by all the members of their community. And then look at us : "Uuuu, criminal, he was in jail!". Yes, he was because he has stolen food from the supermarket. How much our politicians are "taking" day by day? 

So, yes, I choose my patients. I'll be there when they wanna go!

You don't know their stories so stop judging and GET HUMAN!

I try to understand my patients trough music :) So I will leave you with my top 11 tracks :

1) Ozzy, junkie 

2) RHCP, Don't forget me         "... I'm the rainbow in your jail cell..."

3) Gogol Bordello, Alcohol

4) Eric Clapton, Cocaine

5) Pink Floyd, Have a cigar 

6) The velvet underground, Heroine

7) Black Sabbath, Sweet Leaf

8) Guns n' roses, Mr Brownstone

9) The rolling stones, Sister Morphine

10) John Lennon, Cold turkey 

11) Cypress Hill, Hits from the bong

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Pictures taken this year in Berlin, in March! I fucking love this city! Freedom of speech!

tablou in sepia 2

Aseara m-am uitat pe google maps ca sa vad unde este inchisoarea. Stiam ca este aproape dar nu ma asteptam sa fie doar la 5 minute, cu masina.
Am studiat cartea tehnica a masinii ca sa imi dau seama cum sa imi reprogramez ceasul si radio-ul de pe bord. Sper sa reusesc maine. E asa ca un semn, nu? Daca iti incepi bine ziua o continui tot asa! Sper sa reusesc maine sa setez corect ora si radio-ul. Da, sunt superstitioasa, ca noi toti de altfel. Stim ca o zi care incepe prost nu se termina neaparat mai bine, pentru ca uneori chiar nu depinde numai de noi.

 Bun, deci ce zic maine? In primul rand trebuie sa nu uit sa stau dreapta, sa privesc in ochii, sa zambesc si sa vorbesc clar, in fraze concise. Nimanui nu ii place risipa de cuvinte. Eu, cel putin, nu o suport. Poti sa povestesti cu sens, asa cum poti bate campii fara gratie, in aceleasi 20-30 de minute. It's up to us. Apoi spun ca sunt foarte motivata (ca si restul candidatilor...), ca sunt foarte riguroasa si meticuloasa, ca am o infinita rabdare (cu pacientii doar dar asta nu o sa adaug), ca sunt umanista ("mesianica", nu-i asa cat bitch?), ca invat repede, ca am facut un an de adictologie si sunt pasionata de psihiatrie (ca fac un DU de TCC si dependente), ca am un program flexibil (si aici toate colegele cu copii pierd teren..., mda : viata ca o prada), ca vorbesc limbi straine, ca imi doresc enorm sa am ocazia sa evoluez intr-un mediu penitenciar (da, stiu, e cam sforaitor, dar e adevarat).

 Si ca sunt cam disperata pentru ca mi-am pus toate sperantele in job-ul asta si ca , the usual, nu am un plan B. Inchisoarea este unicul meu plan.

Oare ce e in mintea oamenilor care aleg candidatul perfect? Ce cauta? Toti avem cam acelasi cursus post-universitar (rezidentiatul). Daca ei cauta numai doctori cu experienta nu as fi tercut de primul interviu. Deci, am o sansa reala. It's up to me. Pot sa o aud pe F. cum doarme langa mine. Ma linisteste si nelinisteste in acelasi timp respiratia ei. Demult nu mai dorm cu storurile strase, imi place sa ma trezeasca lumina zorilor. E luna plina afara, vad cum se reflecta timid luna, vad stelele mele din fosfor cum stralucesc puternice, in intuneric, in constelatii imaginate de mine. Asa ca de ce sa ma aleaga pe mine?

Adevarul este ca, la naiba, nu stiu sa va zic exact de ce sa ma alegeti pe mine. Sunt doar un om cu defecte si calitati, la fel ca toti ceilalti. Dar simt si vreau atat de mult! Simt ca trebuie sa am job-ul asta, ca asta e menirea mea! So fucking pick me and you will not regret! I will be the best prison doctor that you ever had! No bullshit here!


Doamne ajuta-ma! E curios cum devenim (mai) credinciosi cand avem nevoie de ceva. E greu sa ai constant acelasi nivel de credinta. All in all suntem o specie cam nerecunoascatoare. Sau poate ca doar eu sunt asa, poate ca altii sunt mai echilibrati.


Ceasul, ceasul, ceasul! OMG! I freak out, e ziua J!
Cu ce ma imbrac? Rochie sau pantaloni? Hmmm, e inchisoare deci pantaloni sa fie! Tocurile, bluza neagra rock. Machiajul. Parfumul. Zbor pe scari sau mai degraba ma scurg, lichefiata, pana in garaj. Pornesc masina, incerc sa reglez ora si radio-ul. Victorie! Incepe bine, hai nu te entuziasma, zen. Ok, la capatul strazii stanga la semfor, apoi urmez tramvaiul, dreapta, alt semafor, a2a la stanga. Am ajuns!? Oau, 5 minute crono ci masina. Am 20 de minute de avans. Nu-i nimic, pana gasesc exact intrarea si ajung unde trebuie, numai bine. Stau cu mainile inmanusate inclestate pe volan si ma uit la zidul imens de langa parcare, cu multe valuri de sarma ghimpata in varf.


Trec de usa galbena, intreb 2 june daca pe acolo e drumul spre dna CADRU ( nu este o gluma, cadra este sefa infirmierelor si, lucru stiut de orice novice mai putin de mine in primul stagiu ca si rezidenta, sefa SPITALULUI indirect...who runs this world? CADRA! who runs this mother fucking world? CADRA! asta ar trebui sa ne invete in ultimul an de medicina nu alte bullshituri). Mi-au zis ca am gresit usa. Fuck erau 2 usi galbene. No si cum ieseam eu cu coada intre picioare imi zic ca daca as fi fumat acum as fi tras una. Dar eu nu fumez asa ca imping celalta usa galbena unde ma intampina 2 gorile la un vorbitor. Imi cer buletinul si telefoanele si apoi ma trimit printr-o poarta ca la aeroport (unde lasi geanta, te dezbraci, exact exact ca la aeroport numai ca destinatia e inchisoarea; da, nu foarte glamour stiu). Si incep nene sa inaintez, trecand de usi care se inchideau automat in spatele meu. Una, doua, trei...do I really wanna work here? Erau asa niste coridoare cu vopsea veche, scorojita, cu panze de paianjen pe tavan. It makes you wonder! Dar mai ales zgomotul usilor care se inchideau dupa mine, una cate una, ca si cum m-ar fi separat de restul lumii si ar fi demarcat intrarea in teritoriul "celor despre care nu vorbim".


Va urma!