Yesterday I met swedish dentist for the first time. Shokufeh G. was fast. Like she is late to a football game. Or afraid that she will not have enough quantity like the day before.

She told me, fast, my no. 1 tooth is dead. Next moment she pulled my nerve out. Without warning or anything that would camouflage the act or pain.

“Du är duktig”- she said. Almighty term in swedish language. You can tell to a child that she/he/it is duktig when they say 1+1=2 or to a grown up person who decide to do something innovative like put matches in the mini jar and than sell it for 10 euros.

Maybe I am spoiled in my expectations that she will act like my own gentle dentist Jelena who explains every step that she make…Or I was terrified entering the labyrinth of small sections where the doctors had to perform their actions…

But thank you fast Shokufeh for saving my original tooth. One way or another.

Maybe everything would be better if I have got no. 73 in a waiting room.