mouse picked up by wind, holds tight her umbrella. wind raised her up and moving her over the city that is partially being rained on by a blind rain (sun is shining, but rain also rains very hard). city is cheerful and clean, yet so distant and alien
i drawn this picture out of frustration with portuguese health system, where i tried for more then a year to get help even though i already had a diagnosis and a severe discomfort. on the day i started making this picture in particular i was asked to come in to the health center in the dark hours before sunrise and was sent back after hours of waiting, after being refused any help. mean while the storm came from the ocean and brought the strongest rainfall this year and i got wet as a rat on my way home. wind was so strong i thought it would take me off the ground or break my umbrella. i had a severe cold for several days after that. i wished the wind would’ve caught me and brought somewhere where people wouldn’t laugh and scream at me for my poor language skills or being alien.
i feel so ashamed to talk on my hosts, to be critical of people whose guest i was, yet my feelings are here, and they are real and mine.
perhaps all bureaucracies are the same. perhaps i was just another inconvenient input. but if refusing help is equally good by their metric as helping people, their metric is of no good at all.
