The first snowfalls of the Pyrenees have advanced this year of the Holy Virgin in All Saints. It has been he invitation of the Nature to the group of friends to advance also the first excursion about the snow. Which pleasure, under the sun of November, to cross the white that spreads from the port of Envalira until the Carlit! Near the peak, we have put on the crampons. So log and as it was a year since I was not fastening them, on getting up to be, I have nailed the thorn of a crampon in the other leg. The red blood dripped about the virgin snow.
On arriving to the shelter, it was necessary that somebody made the cure. I could choose among three friends: a veterinarian, a doctor of the pulic system of Health and one pediatrician. Which to choose? Everything depended on how I saw me: like a grain of sand of the desert, like a drop of water of the sea or like a puff that brings the wind. Let's specify it: Log a beast? Then, the veterinarian. Log a number? The civil servant doctor. Log a child? The pediatrician. However, who log? An animal, a document of identity, a kid, the combination of two of these things, the sum of three? Cry, like of little I have practiced the advice of Socrates: know yourself! In the shelter, my look towards the inside did not find any clear profile.
We are practices, then, we go predictable in the facts. The veterinarian will be capable of sewing the my wound with thread and needle and go. The doctor of family would take the car and would accompany me to the hospital of Puigcerdŕ. And the pediatrician? A pediatrician sees continuously how the mothers treat theirs ill small sons.
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