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I'm sitting in the office with the computer on and a patient comes in to ask for his medicine, which he had forgotten that he had already taken, the picture of the dead kid on the beach is on the screen and the following dialogue ensues:

-What is that?
-A child.
-Why aren't they picking him up? He's going to drown
-He's already drowned.
-Where is his mother?
-I don't know.
-They should put her in prison. She didn't watch out for the child.
-It's not his mother's fault. She put her in a boat to save him from the war, but there is no port for these boats.
-Why isn't there a port?
-Because the countries that aren't in war don't want them
-So they're refugees?
-Yes, refugees.
-Listen, Maria...
-My name isn't Maria, John
-It doesn't matter. Your name is random. Just like the fact that you don't live in war. Those who don't want the refugees are damned.
-They're not going to change.
-The land doesn't belong to anyone. People didn't give land for this kid to walk, but the land gave him a corner to die. The earth doesn't discriminate, it accepts everyone, black, white, yellow...
-Do you think he's at rest now?
-Of course. He's sleeping face down so he doesn't have to look at people.
-Go to your bed and lie down, it's afternoon.
-Don't send me away when we're talking.
-I can't bear to talk anymore.
-If you can't bear it, go to the prime minister and tell him that we want the refugees. They can bring them here. There is room. I will lie down close to the wall so that there's room for one more in my bed. And the food is plenty. There's enough for everyone. Tell him that. Kids can't die. Will you tell him?
-I can't tell him, but I will say it to a lot of people in a bit.
-Are you going to the square to make a speech?
-Something like that.
-Tell them to love the children.
-I will.
-And bring me my meds.

Conversation with a crazy man...
He's in his bed crying. He's not asking for his meds anymore. He's curled up very very close to the wall and talking to himself. "Why did I tell her one? If I push myself closer to the wall, there's room for even two."