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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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to be following the same general line of testaments. A homey atmosphere! The double rooms down my alley had high ceilings, big, broad windows, green plaid linoleum on the floors. When not littered with patients they seemed rather cheesy. The bath - the real social center of Second-center Medical was next door to 342 and was almost private during Christmas week. Nowhere outside of Russia would you have expected to find such a one. It was indeed a good place to visit since it was common to both sex, and a convenient gathering place in the morning. You can scarsely hope to escape your friend's notice. Two years back the tubs and toilets were anyone's who got there first - not a bad arrangement since it often saved embarrassment. To add the last melting touch of tumor someone in later gears had designated the different doors as "Men" and "Women." Some of the patients who were unable to read found this a bit awkward at times. As the men shaved we checked up on each others might distress; our diets; our treatments and all else that needed to be learned to help us abreast of the headlines of the day. Usually, you see, we had an opportunity to see our friends again until the following break of day. As we bathed, shaved, brushed our teeth, questions were rocking back and forth across the partitions - quite a unique and novel arrangement. No wasted time; no wasted efforts - and real chummy like! But if you discard more particular information that could no be shouted across the partition you stood
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to be following the same general line of testaments. A homey atmosphere! The double rooms down my alley had high ceilings, big, broad windows, green plaid linoleum on the floors. When not littered with patients they seemed rather cheesy. The bath - the real social center of Second-center Medical was next door to 342 and was almost private during Christmas week. Nowhere outside of Russia would you have expected to find such a one. It was indeed a good place to visit since it was common to both sex, and a convenient gathering place in the morning. You can scarsely hope to escape your friend's notice. Two years back the tubs and toilets were anyone's who got there first - not a bad arrangement since it often saved embarrassment. To add the last melting touch of tumor someone in later gears had designated the different doors as "Men" and "Women." Some of the patients who were unable to read found this a bit awkward at times. As the men shaved we checked up on each others might distress; our diets; our treatments and all else that needed to be learned to help us abreast of the headlines of the day. Usually, you see, we had an opportunity to see our friends again until the following break of day. As we bathed, shaved, brushed our teeth, questions were rocking back and forth across the partitions - quite a unique and novel arrangement. No wasted time; no wasted efforts - and real chummy like! But if you discard more particular information that could no be shouted across the partition you stood
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