
Yesterday, I was lucky to visit one very interesting place, namely the Bashkir Psykhlovka (Republican Clinical Psychiatric Hospital).
No, do not think, everything is fine with my spiritual health. I needed to escort one of our applicants to undergo a forensic medical examination and just.
Here we went through the applicant the first checkpoint, walking through the administrative buildings with a walking step, and in an autumn, a cool breeze blowing away, I’ll pass by the woman. While our applicant was slightly nervous and grumbled that I had to go to such a distance from my home, I looked at the surrounding landscapes with might and main.
Do you know the films "Island of the Damned" and "Cure for Health"? So, the picture I opened was something average. On the one hand, all the buildings were with a very good repair, and some also with a cheerful coloring. But on the other hand, the territory of the hospital is a small town with a medieval principle of strengthening. There are two walls - external and internal. Moreover, if the outer wall, this is just a two -meter fence, then the inner is a five -meter brick wall with barbed wire, which will not be easy to overcome. The thickness of the wall is such that even with a shot from the tank it is hardly possible to break through. This is a haven for mentally ill.
A checkpoint leading behind the wall (it is not possible to mention this building with a small letter) recalls such a standard gearbox that is available in any pre -trial detention center or correctional colony. The abundance of gratings, the presence of armed orhanniks and prickly wire at the output. After that we met quite a few orderlies with strong hands and doctors with nothing not expressing masked faces.
When the applicant went through all the necessary procedures, we left this place, but I am still under some kind of gloomy impression.





