Government factories and shops were closed,
People became unemployed everywhere in the country,
Or went on strikes and protests,
Because the new government couldn't pay salaries.
About one year we lived like this.
After one year all doctors were allowed to have private practice part time and work at hospital.
This what my father did,
And my mom started to bring people home,
Get them may be medicine, sign papers or help see specialists.
Every evening she would call asking how things were,
Five seconds for each talk:
Feeling good, bye.
When I heard: yes, yes, nice, and??
I knew, it's all going to be ...
She wouldn't stop,
I had to go to the library,
We didn't have computers then,
She will call another doctor.
Until evening is good.
And me too,
I think like that.
How is everything?
But then with us, always works out..
Be good, okay
