Even if the circumstances of my last week experience weren’t especially great, I was fascinated to walk into a hospital and be introduced to a world where I got lost in confusion, more than before. In the old building of the (re)tired hospital from Iasi I was surprised by the amount of students, who were talking in English, therefore, they were not Romanians. Most of them were Indians or Arabs as I could distinguish a lot of Arabian accents. The Romanian students, as there were some if them also, were too busy to take Coke&cigarette breaks and to fuss around, to put some more make-up on than actually doing something! At least the international students were studying some big books, standing, but studying! All in all, there was a very… multicultural day. 
The same day offered me the perspective of the people using the trams to travel along the city. If you organize a brainstorming about trams, everyone will talk about romantics, about love and poetry, about Little Paris (Bucharest in the old days), about meditation and books. Well, reality strikes and shows you only sad faces, angry actually and very upset with you, because you took the seat first. Or, if I, as a lady, offer my seat to someone more… aging than me, just by standing there, the person feels like you are waiting for more thank you and thank you and thank you and starts analyzing you, the way you are dressed, the shoes, the purse, the coat, your look, your eyes and eyelashes, your lips or earrings, they would even ask for your file if they could do so! So, I just try to head myself to another corner of the tram just to get rid of another old lady’s scanning.
Coclusion: I want to study and be a doctor, still taking the tram but less than before, walking is better, destroy the scan button and stay healthy is a long term target.
