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They were nine o’clock in the morning, from that Monday, January 7, 2008, in Lima, city Capital.estaba attending consultations in the Hospital of the solidarity of Risso-in Lima-, evaluated a rabbit Lady (as the poet Laredino Watanabe said his mother) that with 18 children and a genital prolapse total and its 70 years, anyone accompanied him to his consultations on that rang those gadgets here we call cell phonesthe Secretariat contesto(tenia ordenes cuasi militares de solo pasar llamadas muy urgentes) looked at me intrigued and I said is Dr. Jorge Ricalde I stayed cool, astonished and automaton which stretched my hand, already cold by the call, greeted Hello Jorge! – there was a silence and then something agitated heard telling me Hi Michael, there is a potential donor in the ICU of the Hospitalhas brain death, we’re holding it with inotropic and it is NN – i.e. without relatives, unknown come urgent! – ended by saying-. I was cooler, I reached to Thank you. My brain is edematizo, the curled skin donor Un Mio God! got my hairs on tip, I catch the Skylarks who fled through the woods with all my plans and my future. I make plans again, again having future had glassy eyes and caught in my throat were fears and fears I wanted to cry, was full of excitement, of fear I asked permission to the Director, Dr. Walter Gomez Navarro I replaced in Office and descended with Marujita por las escaleras feigning serenity, value, who at that time had already collapsedWe were already in the Street towards either side, we were looking for phones and it was them out of service, wanted cards and in the wineries they had been exhausted. in the taxi she already cried without shame, by my side Marujita picked up my hands and lavishing me caresses encouraged my mood I am surgeon!, I must calm! – I am trained to do so-, – said – while he remembered Churchill only to be afraid to the Fear, but nothing reassuring me, at the end crying two, Ahi viene! – someone yelled – I looked backward, thinking that they expected someone more but not at the Hospital were waiting for me to me, a moment! – said – I am a surgeon, I come to operate, NO doctor is now patient, calm down please and put on the gown Oh God was close! heard and if I die? You die, said the courageous side of my life, bone 1% wanted to scream Morenita! I give all my fortune! – bone nothing – but morenita Morenita! please, but nothing I was the patient!, to my transplant I would!, I was the candidate! the rest was silence since noon had arrived, the rays of the Sun heated up to more of 20oC, the Hervia blood, the vessels were threatening a procurement group evaluated the case and after two very long hours I reported that the liver of the dying patient, didn’t qualify for a transplant, which please return and me reinstated to my daily tasks already pre established – i.e.