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The stereotype of Italians said that they were chaotic; the hospital in Bastia said otherwise. There was still a sense of sorrow all around, but greater calm. The reception was staffed again. I asked them if I could see Matilde, and because I was a blood relation I was allowed to do so, with a nurse by my side. The day before I’d been able to walk into the ICU by myself, but only a few hours later the normal protocols had been reinstated. Almost normal, because I still had to zigzag between the beds set up in corridors, to get to Matilde.
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