yesterday i took my grandmother to the doctor. the waiting room there was packed with people, most of them old, well above their sixties. when it was our turn to tell the doctor’s assistant what we needed i kept myself in the background so grandma could do her business. i had to stand there and watch in disbelief how she treated grandma who just tried to explain to her, that she not only needed her medication but also wanted to see the doctor. the assistant refused to talk to her “until she got the data from her file” staring into her computer screen. and no, she didn’t say it in a friendly way. i felt sad and enraged at the same time – how on earth can you treat old people like that? because theyr are old? because their well-being, health and hope counts less than those of us mid-twenties? should we just forget about a generation that rebuild this country with its bare hands after wwII? i didn’t know anything about the other people in the room there, but i know one thing: each of them deserves being listened to.
i believe.
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