As we come into ‚infirmary One‘, we are strike by a cacophony of crying babies.
The bedroom, the length of half a baseball pitch, have cool rows of solitary, metal-frame bedrooms, pushed collectively in frames. Followers whir at a distance, barely generating a dent from the hot and moist disorders. Mom, adorned in distribution dresses, facemasks and face shields, lay cradling his or her newborns. Weiterlesen