As supposedly one of many relicts of communist times in Russia, there is an emergency help at every train station, which is run 24 hrs and available freely for everybody. Still having 15 min until the train leaves, we go there and experience very warm and deedful help. Not only do I get my finger precautionaryly splinted but also a straight shot of analgeticum in the behind. But now you better run and get the train!
Five hrs night train ride to the 350 km far Bryansk for € 15. As students, which we still are at least regarding our spirit, we booked "third class", which basically means 15 open cabins per cart each providing six bunk beds.
Ilyas mum picks us up at the train station at 5.30 am, and -15 °C, it is a warm welcome. She seems to be close to crying regarding the fact, that Ilya, Anna-Sofia and me had met in America and now are visiting her. During the three days in Bryansk we are served like zars. "Guten Morgen! Anna, Samuel, chai or kofi?" Combining all her skills in Russian, German and English language Ms. Osadchiy investigates our desires for drinks and food. It is not quite easy to make her understand the concept of vegeterianism, which has to be the weirdest thing in the world for any meat spoiled Russian, but at the second day, things are already clear.
In order to check my ... splinted finger, we visit the neighbourhood's doctor house. The surgery section is open 24 hrs and here again, I am helped well and unburocratically (We just dont put your case in the records). Ilya tells me afterwards how excited the doctor was to treat a foreigner (and German) and how he apologized for the low standard of his clinic (which is not so bad at all). I recieve the x-ray image and a diagnosis for further treatment back home. I am truely amazed by the Russian health system as far as I experienced it. Good shit, geiler Scheiss.
[In front of the neighborhood's medical care house in Bryansk.]
[Right after I had received my new cask.]
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