\"A tough hospital matress, a pillow which seems more of a corpse of a prehistoric animal, unsuccessful attempts to find a comfortable position in bed and fall asleep. On the bordeline between the sleep and non-sleep when your eyes are closed but the hearing is wonderfully acute you start to listen out for the particular hospital sounds: the tap leaking somewhere, the floor planks moaning about the grievances of the past, the shuffling steps of the patients - both present and those inhabiting the place long ago... And in the morning after the eternal-night torture will you be able to answer even the simplest questions otherwise than with an exhausted \"I don't know\"?\"