By the way, pathologists mostly work with living people, and not all of them deal with autopsies. They communicate with patients and make complex diagnoses, all while studying tissue particles of living people under a microscope. And my god, how beautiful it is… A whole universe in a few millimeters of living flesh. But most of it is hardly injured, with caries, Сovid and cancerous abscesses.
It's getting dark, we're alone on the floor again. We need to sleep somehow, and then decide what to do next. The siren. One, two, three. We stay in the basement for the night.
And then another sleepless night. With louder shots, explosions, and street fights. The night after which we decided to leave. Not knowing where, not knowing for how long, not knowing how. We got to the border in six days, changing from car to car, staying overnight in a new house each time, meeting wonderful people. The surreal dream is not over, but I think I now know how to live in it. As a pathologist. As long as I joke - I exist. And yes, the morgue taught me that.
So thank you my dear morgue. And goodbye! No, see you. Later. I promise.