“They wouldn’t even let us drive onto the site,” he told me. “In front of me was a car bringing food for the patients—milk, I think, and various other things—and they wouldn’t let them enter either. The driver had to plead with the guards for, like, ten minutes. It wasn’t that our work was paralyzed so much but that there were serious inconveniences for the patients, for the staff, for anyone trying to walk around the institute. And on top of that there were snipers everywhere. It was a whole day. I think people just hated him even more by the end of it.”
