“There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.”

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It was Friday just the next uninteresting and boring day of their life. They had been staying in that cramped ward with white walls for fifty days. Two old men who had a lot of problems with their health seemed desperately unhappy. Their beds were in different corners of the room. One of them had an impact on his neighbor because of lying close to window and having the opportunity to observe the quick life of the bustling city. The old man always bottled up his emotions and suppresses his feelings. Despite the fact of being as sick as dog he tried to look at the bright side of life. At no time he disclose something about himself but always tried to reduce stress and cheer up his friend telling different stories and describing the life of the people he saw out of the window. That day the old man related stories about two jubilant boys, who observe seagulls up in the air and just were winding down after a tiring day, about hysterical woman, who had won the lottery, about a child who was in tears just because not receiving a toy she wanted. The old man took an interest in everything describing the weather, crowded streets, devastated and stunned people.

The other man was really jealous of his friend’s life and was angry with him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and always poured out his innermost thoughts. It was not his instinct to be guarded and he always complained about his place in opposite corner. 

The man dreamed to lie near the window where his friend did and observe ecstatic and frustrated people.

That day he received a wounderful chance to change his bed. Early in the morning he heard groan of his friend who felt a terrible pain in his heart. He begged for help but as cunning as a fox man decided let down his neighbor and didn’t call the nurse because in such a way he could receive a great place near the window and live his life to the fullest. His dream came true. The poor man died. Later, in the evening delighted with his decision man asked to move him to the window. His heart pounding because in few seconds he had to saw incredible views his friend told about. He was gutted when saw a brick wall and a tree in front of the wall. When he asked the nurse about fascinating city his friend always was describing him she explained that it was impossible because man who had passed away was blind. It was quiet a shocking fact. The mischievous man was crying. His friend was just as wise as an owl inventing all that stories in order to support him.