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headandlookingforanysignsofbleeding.
“Shefellfromthetramcar,”awomanstanding
nearbyanswered.
“Howareyoufeeling?Areyouinanypain?”
heaskedNiusia.
“Myhead...”
“Trynottomove.We’lltakeyoutohospital,getyou
checkedout.Makesureyou’renotconcussed.”
“Getonwithitbeforethewomancatchesacold
lyingthereonthatstreet!Whatabloodycoldday!”
alocalwomancroaked,pushingthroughthecrowd,
keentoseewhatwasgoingonbeforeitwasallover.
Peoplebegansteppingaside,lettingtheambulance
crewthroughasitapproached,carryingastretcher.
Niusiatriedtoliftherselfup,buttheambulancecrew
stoppedherstrugglingandliftedherontosomething
whichresembledacanvasarmybed.Therewas
noneedforthemtostraintheirmuscles–theirpatient
didnotweighmuch.Shewasaslightasafeather,
somethingtheyappreciatedastheybegancarryingher
towardstheambulance.AlthoughNiusiawasnearing
30andhadgivenbirthtoMadziaafewyearsback,she
wasstillslimandlookedalotyoungerthantheage
indicatedonherpersonalIDcard.Lyingonthat
stretcher,sheresembledasmall,ratherbaffledand
lostlittlegirl.
Peoplebeganscatteringoncetheambulanceroaredoff
towardSiemiradzkaStreet,itssirensblaringasitraced
towardsnearbyemergencyrooms.Althoughtheroad
beneaththeambulancewasuneven,Niusiasighedwith
reliefasthevanwheelsbouncedalongit.Shewas
relievedtobeoffthatstreet–crowdsalwaysfilledher
withasenseofuneaseandcausedoccasionalattacks
