11:50 a.m. This morning in the 14th district of Paris, I wanted to dance for a minute (alone and seated) in the room in which I was having a scan. It was impossible. It seems that they are copyrights on the machines, and the big boss is not kidding (it appears that he fired a girl because she published a selfie). It’s a pity that sometimes there are no possible bridges between certain worlds (art and life), the world would be better.
Later on, in a hospital of the north of the city, the surgery resident was an angel. I dedicate this dance to him. If going by a hospital, better to dance.