Shock for life
There’re only three days left in Vietnam and this morning, I was shopping with my aunt when Moritz called me. But unusually, it wasn’t Moritz on the phone, but someone from the office. He told me nervously to come to the office as soon as possible as Moritz had an accident and cut his wrist. Unfortunately, he didn’t say anything else, so that I didn’t know what was going on.
My aunt and I drove immediately to the office and I ran up the stairs, when I met my colleague carrying a huge triangle shaped piece of glass, which was part of a table before. Then I got an idea what happened: Moritz leaned on one of the tables during his math lessons, when the table cracked and fell down with him. While bracing the fall, he got cut by the broken glass and quite a lot of blood was dripping from his arm.
I wasn’t there when it happened, so I can only write what the others told me. I was so worried, because when I arrived at the office, Moritz was brought to a hospital and I couldn’t get in contact with any of his accompanies (all three persons left their mobile phones at the office…haha mobile phones — if you need them the most, you don’t have any). Luckily, Moritz had his phone with him and he called me, so that I could find him in the hospital.
Now I have to tell you something about Vietnamese hospitals: Because there aren’t any private medical offices, everyone who has a cough or a sore throat or maybe something more serious goes to the hospital. So that hospitals in Vietnam are always crowded like a Tokio Hotel concert. For everything you have to pay first, then maybe there’ll be a doctor who examines you and then there’ll be eventually another doctor who treats you. And in between these steps you have to wait and wait…and still wait.
So that it took as over three hours to get first aid, then go to the X-ray and then get the stitches.
All in all, Moritz was lucky. I wouldn’t say nothing happened, but it could have been a lot worse. The wound had to be stitched (I don’t know exactly how many, but they needed two sutures) and a tendon was hurt. But he can still move all of his fingers and he can make a fist (it hurts a little though).
It’ll be only a little bit difficult for us on Friday, when we’re going to fly back to Germany, because Moritz can’t carry heavy things. And then we have to move to a new apartment in Munich. I hope our strong friends can help us a little, if they have time. I’m really done for today.
Anh Thu

