Night shift

Aunty from the village

She came on the marshrutka from the district with a sealed plastic bottle of home-made yoghurt. For me, "because the young doctor looks thin". I explained that I cannot accept food from patients, it is a rule. She said it is not food, it is yoghurt. We have a nurse who takes the bottle and, ten minutes later, there is a cup on my table "from nowhere".

I like these small things better than the envelope: it is the same gift, but a different language.