Hypnosis, magic or propaganda 🧲


I turn around, blink at my iPhone. 5am. To the right of my bed the blinds shade the window, the world is still pitch black. Silence. To the left, the heavy door of the hospital room opens with a creak, bright light dazzles my eyes, the smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils. Good morning Maria, it's time, please wash your skin and hair with this disinfectant. == There are few moments in life when a stranger tells you something, and you do it. In particular, there are few moments when a...