speaking of worse things happening...one month ago in a southern Kazakhstani hospital the doctors infected 48 kids with AIDS. when the director of the hospital learned about it he died of a heart attack right away.
on my 1st day of school this year, two weeks ago i once again walked upon a person lying in the middle of the street. yes, he was homeless and stinky and drunk and all covered in ugly rags but so what? i have never, not once saw a person stop and help someone like that until i do it. what is worst of all is that when the emergency finally arrives they do not always help. if the person is drunk and homeless they leave him in the street no matter the negative 40 in winter. i will never forget the day when we were supposed to have some important meeting at Ryan's and how i came late because i walked upon a dead body of a man who froze to death. last year i saw a man lying at the bazaar entrance where crowds of people keep walking in and out all the time. when i bent over to see what was going on a man at the ice cream stand told me , quotation opens: what are you doing? He's been dead for 4 hours now, they still haven't come to pick up the body. it all happened in the middle of a lively summer day when Masha and i were having a very happy shopping time in the center of the city. or the story of the three men who all had had their legs amputated. after the restricted one month period at the hospital had come to its end, the medical personnel put them in a car ,drove to some far away garages and left them with a 3 l. bottle of vodka to die under the 2 meters high piles of snow. good thing the owner of the garage made it in time to find them alive. what a surpise it would have been otherwise. by it i of course mean a bad one. a very bad one.
they say everywhere that human life is priceless.i see it is truly so...it has absolutely no price. a loaf of bread, for example, does. it costs 26 tenge. a bus ticket too. it is 27 tenge. the air fare from Petro to Almaty is 24 thousand. but a human life costs nothing at all. you may be one lucky owner of a long life if the life expectancy in your country is good but that does not mean anyone would give you even this 26 tenge loaf of bread if you are starving. it is much easier to cover the reality of things with many big words and nice philosophies instead of organizing a charity event and creating at least one shelter for the homeless, at least one seminar teaching the medical personnel to dysinfect the syringes together with their conscience.
i watched Petro news today. he did kill the taxi driver indeed. i could not fall asleep last night thinking of the man and his family. in this case, though, his life had a price. doesn't matter now how much he was going to sell the car for.
on my 1st day of school this year, two weeks ago i once again walked upon a person lying in the middle of the street. yes, he was homeless and stinky and drunk and all covered in ugly rags but so what? i have never, not once saw a person stop and help someone like that until i do it. what is worst of all is that when the emergency finally arrives they do not always help. if the person is drunk and homeless they leave him in the street no matter the negative 40 in winter. i will never forget the day when we were supposed to have some important meeting at Ryan's and how i came late because i walked upon a dead body of a man who froze to death. last year i saw a man lying at the bazaar entrance where crowds of people keep walking in and out all the time. when i bent over to see what was going on a man at the ice cream stand told me , quotation opens: what are you doing? He's been dead for 4 hours now, they still haven't come to pick up the body. it all happened in the middle of a lively summer day when Masha and i were having a very happy shopping time in the center of the city. or the story of the three men who all had had their legs amputated. after the restricted one month period at the hospital had come to its end, the medical personnel put them in a car ,drove to some far away garages and left them with a 3 l. bottle of vodka to die under the 2 meters high piles of snow. good thing the owner of the garage made it in time to find them alive. what a surpise it would have been otherwise. by it i of course mean a bad one. a very bad one.
they say everywhere that human life is priceless.i see it is truly so...it has absolutely no price. a loaf of bread, for example, does. it costs 26 tenge. a bus ticket too. it is 27 tenge. the air fare from Petro to Almaty is 24 thousand. but a human life costs nothing at all. you may be one lucky owner of a long life if the life expectancy in your country is good but that does not mean anyone would give you even this 26 tenge loaf of bread if you are starving. it is much easier to cover the reality of things with many big words and nice philosophies instead of organizing a charity event and creating at least one shelter for the homeless, at least one seminar teaching the medical personnel to dysinfect the syringes together with their conscience.
i watched Petro news today. he did kill the taxi driver indeed. i could not fall asleep last night thinking of the man and his family. in this case, though, his life had a price. doesn't matter now how much he was going to sell the car for.


2 Comments:
At 11:20 PM,
Ted said…
Dear Diana,
I appreciate that you are publishing these words.
Here in SF, the homeless are much luckier... It sounds bad there.
Still, there is so much waste. It doesn't seem fair that one person can waste $30,000 extra on a luxury car when the same amount of money could help thousands of people get a hearty meal.
What should we do Diana?
At 9:01 PM,
Diana Golikova said…
Ted, please see the post above, i was going to write about it anyway, but you kind of pushed me more towards it,
thank you.
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