The other, however, had to spend all his time flat on his back. Every afternoon when the man whose bed was near the window was placed in a sitting position, passing the time by describing what he saw out there.
The window overlooked a park where there was a lake. There were ducks and swans on the lake, and the children were going to play with them and put bread in water. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers, lawns and ball games. And in the background, behind the row of trees could be seen the beautiful contour of the city skyline.
The man lying listened to describe all this sitting, enjoying every minute. He heard about a child almost fell into the lake and how the girls were beautiful in their summer dresses. The descriptions of his friend eventually made him feel that he could almost see what was happening out there ...
Then, in a beautiful afternoon, a thought occurred to him: Why the man who stood near the window should be more than happy than me? Why he could not get the same chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think about it, more he wanted it!
One night, while staring at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up coughing and choking, his hands searching for the button that the nurse would come running. But he watched without moving ... even when the sound stopped breathing. In the morning, the nurse found the other man dead and quietly took away his body.
Soon it seemed appropriate, the man asked the nurse if he could be moved next to the window. Then they put him there, it snuggled under the covers and made himself quite comfortable. The minute they left, he leaned on one elbow, with difficulty and great pain, and looked out the window.
He saw only a wall ...
The life is, was and always will be what we make it..."