My friend says: “I don’t understand that: another one fell today in the dorm, dead. Why anyone will be doing that thing to himself?”
So another flukka victim was rolled away on a stretcher. There will be no medical help, it was too late anyway and so in a few hours he will make a transfer to an undertaker's gurney and will be taken away. What is it, really, why young men, men who non-metaphorically speaking have nearly all their life ahead of them, prefer to smoke this stuff, which kills them here and there like flies? And they know what they are doing! That’s the hardest part to understand.