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So you are making movies? Ok, how about this, i wrote it as a fantasy twit a few months ago (in turkish): in my dream, i'm a doctor who went to britain. (brain drain. Could be a good rock band name btw, no?). Anyway, it's early 60s (time travel?) , northern england. A boy patient is brought. Unconscious. A snake bite or maybe a rusty nail smth, it's a dream so i can't remember well. There are two other doctors, one from Nigeria, other Pakistan and me from Turkey. They say we should cut the hand or maybe the arm becoz it's already late, the boy could die. I say no, my old grandmother used to do smth different in this kind of cases, she had a formula with olive oil, garlic, vinegar etc. They say wtf, are you an idiot, this is not scientific old woman stuff. No way. Voices are raised, maybe a little scuffle… but in the end i win. The shift ends, i went home, think about the case, what am i doing. They are right, if the boy dies i'll be consumed by guilt for the rest of my life. I decide to call the hospital and tell them to cut the arm. But some small thing intrudes or i fall asleep and i don’t call. Tomorrow i learn that he's recovering. About a week later he turns up, he was all sleeping when ill so this is the first time we are talking. He learnt about what happened and says thank you sır. I say it's our job etc. I ask his name. Mark, sir. Mark? Mark Knopfler, sir. And i’ve decided to become a doctor after this incident, sir. I say do not make hasty decisions. … And he later makes a song about it, “Sultan of the Turkish Doctors.” So if George Clooney or Kevin Costner plays me I won’t ask a penny for the scenario. Otherwise I ‘ll get %3 of the box office. Deal? “It was a sleepless night shift / patients come and go / coffee and nicotine keeps him wake / and the sighs and cries of the patients, / he was the sultan / he was the sultan of the turkish doctors (guitar solo here) The End
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