PANTO PLETIKOSA

In the waiting room of the Medical Center in Copa Cabana there were eighteen people. On the
door of the room in front of which most people were sitting there was a plaque that said “Dr
Panto Pletikosa, Psychiatrist; Pavica Marić, nurse”. In the waiting room there was a general
dressed as a civilian, a man in black shoes, a Caucasian woman with a three-year old black
boy, a woman with curlers in her hair, several girls and boys and a man with a big nose.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of fast footsteps in the corridor; a good-looking 40-year
old woman walked in the waiting room followed by a big man who was frowning. The
woman was sniffling. They entered the doctor’s office without knocking. There were sounds
of cars and howling of the wind coming from the outside. It was autumn. The general dressed
as a civilian had just coughed loudly when one of the boys in waiting room thought that he
heard a gunshot. The red-haired 40-year old woman furiously got out of the doctor´s office
followed by Dr Pletikosa holding his head. The little black boy started to cry.