Spent the night there, and then they left this note, and they tried to get in a hospital, and the hospital didn’t take them, and they finally got in a hospital. She got him in one. It was very tough, nobody was speaking English.
Oh, how come they weren’t speaking English? By God, they know English!
No, lots of people don’t. Very few of our neighbors spoke English.
Really, but how about the doctors and things?
No, nobody in the clinic except one nurse. Listen and this clinic they had Africans there and a Malaysian there, and Sam had to interpret for this person. Anyway, they got him in time. When we got to the hospital, he was lying in bed with a bottle going into him. we are not allowed to go in the room or near him, this was all isolation. It turns out that they had to have a health officer come to our place, they wanted to find everyone who had touched or been near Sam on his trip into Germany and, the people next-door came over and begged us not to. They had to have their apartment fumigated. The hotel room had to be fumigated, oh, it was a horrible thing. So he was there a month in that hospital, and, when he finally got out, we were about to go home, and we all, Sam and John and I, went on a little trip, sort of a restful trip, to Portugal, and then the island of Madeira, we spent a week there. Two men – John was having trouble with his gallbladder at the time – taking pills for it, and the other one was not supposed to touch any wine, so I would drink the Madeira. you could tell them about it. The two men sat there – they were great company.
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