It was theatrically colorful today in Motol.
In neurosurgery, Fumas and I played a fairy tale about how a dog and a cat washed the floor. But mainly we sang, because five-year-old Míša was an inexhaustible source of all kinds of songs - from Waldemar Matuška to the band Kabát. And to Vaneska, who had come to Motol all the way from Martin, we sang in Slovak It's raining, it's raining, it's just pouring, don't close the door, my dear... and the mother and the young volunteer, who also came to play with the children and was also Slovak, they seemed pleased. We pulled beets at the ENT and there was a beautiful atmosphere, everyone had a sense of humor and so we even competed a little and had fun with each other.
The little girl couldn't hear, but she played the castanets and finally we thanked each other in sign language. But that was just the icing on the cake, actually, I think we all understood each other anyway. Marionettes were used in cardiac surgery. We all enjoyed it, the children sat and didn't even sulk and the mothers smiled at the jokes meant for them too. However, there is enough room for them in Červená Karkulka. Beauty. One mom said. But it was beauty for us. Such cooperation and taste and willingness to play.
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