It’s almost midnight in Hamburg. One hour earlier in Dublin. One of our busiest days is coming to an end. We have not managed to take it all in, process it all, understand what it all means.

What a world it is that we live in… Not sure how you see things, but think about Ebola, hundreds of Palestinian children killed for nothing, ‘religious’ armies torturing and slaughtering thousands of innocent people, aid convoys invading a sovereign country. – Then I heard on the Irish news today that some people in government are thinking of bringing down taxes – while celebrities are poring ice buckets over each other’s heads in order to raise money to treat motor neurone disease. Motor Neurone Disease – you would have expected to be able to get adequate treatment for this. As we thought that people with acquired brain injury would have had a right to receive adequate treatment.

When Pat came in to the hospital this morning she found that Pádraig had been moved to a different room. She asked a few people why that had been done  – but she didn’t really get an answer. She was worried that it had to do something with his illness, but everybody said it hadn’t. And then, well, then, someone decided to tell us the truth: Pádraig had spent the last couple of days in a ‘private’ room, on the wing with the private room  – and the lounge! And now, it was time to leave and get back to the ‘normal’ room. It had been nice – but now it was a definite ‘Adiós’, and back into the public wing (of the same ward). Good thing he had at least a chance to experience how the other half is living,

We also had, for the first time, a conversation with the Chefarzt (of the station Pádraig has just left…)…

Viele Grüße, and good night!