How a Concrete Nail Got into a Cookie(part II)

I am walking along the street, the woman showed me. I am asking passers-by where the hospital is. Those who know, show me the direction. Five-ten minutes later I approach a high building. I go through a large gate as the trader had told me. There is a tablet on the door and it reads: “Academician E. Fifia’s Georgian Central Railway Clinic Hospital”. I am shocked with the sight, because I cannot understand where I am-in a hospital or in a market. I stopped one of the porters in the yard of the hospital.

-Excuse me, can you tell me where the bakery is?
-Which of them do you want? There are bakeries everywhere (he is pointing in every direction).
-I am looking for a bakery where cookies are baked.
-It is over there (he is pointing to some place).
-Where exactly, is it a bakery? (I am a bit confused).
-Go in there. There is a bakery inside.
I went in the shown direction. There is a small barn next to the hospital and I thought it was a watch-house. I climbed down several steps and approached the door, if it can be said a door. The cellophane is stretched on the wooden frame and a glass is fixed in only half door. The stairs are shaking and I can hardly keep myself on the place. It is dark inside; however, sweet smell is coming out from there and I can see a large number of sweets on the shelves. Somebody opened the door and I entered. The room is half dark and the sweets are ready to be sent to the markets from there and shops are in the corner. An enormous saucepan is standing opposite me and a woman is swilling out the cookies in it (there might be saccharine water in it) and then she puts them in the bowl next to her. I got sick seeing the mess there.  There is a terrible insanitariness everywhere. I suddenly thought, are we, poor Georgian people, eating these cookies? I looked up and saw a lot of wires mixed up and they are covered with spider-web. In one word, I cannot understand where I am.
-Lady, are you baking only these cookies what i can see here?
-Yes we are.
-Is there any more bakeries here? (I could not see the cookies what encouraged my investigation)
-Yes, there is ,of course. You should go ahead and you will see it.

I cannot stand the smell there anymore and leave the place. Huh…I stuck my feet between the steps of the stairs. I am lucky to survive. I approach two men standing near the hospital entrance. (They seem to work here).
-Excuse me where is a bakery here?
-Which of them do you want? There are a lot of bakeries round the hospital. Go ahead and go down in the basement of maternity home. When you reach the place, ask somebody standing there and they will show you the bakery.

I start off and passeby several warehouses located in the basement of the hospital, however I cannot find the bakery I want. What the hell it is! Is it a market or a hospital?! (I am mumbling to myself).
-Excuse me, where are the bakeries over here-I am asking the porters.
-Which of them do you want? Some of them are over there, too.
-Go round the yard, when you pass the maternity home, go down in the basement to the left.
I reached the basement of one of the buildings of the hospital.
-Boy, where is the bakery here?
-Over there.
I go down to the basement; there is a terrible darkness in it. Only one candle is lighting the place.
-Is anybody here?
-What do you want? (I hear the voice but cannot see a man. I go back and except him to go out).
-What are you baking here?
-Biscuits
-Nothing else? I am looking for the cookies.
-Which of them do you want? There are a lot of them here.

He explains the way to one of the bakeries and I go to find it now. I am asking the passers-by the same question “Where is it?” and they answer me “which of them do you want?”

Finally, they told me the way to it. “Go straight ahead and go out of the yard, there you should ask about the “Feria’s Bakery”. And I leave the yard of the hospital and reach the bakery, at last. Sweets are being sold out of the window in the basement of one of the buildings and I see the box of the cookies I was looking for.

-Good afternoon. Is it “Feria’s Bakery”?
-Yes. I am Feria.
-Are you baking these cookies?
-Yes I am baking these cookies.
-Can I enter? I want to speak with you in private.

Inside the bakery I explain her who I am and what I am looking for. Having heard my story she gets very worried about the situation. She asks me in which shop I bought the cookie with the nail in it. I answer and she says: “First of all, I do not supply that shop with my cookies, beside that I put the dough of the cookies in the “sack” for the tort and it is impossible the nail dropped in it.

-I am not sure that the cookies I bought there was your production, because the trader did not tell me the exact place where they got them from.
-Do you want me to accompany you and you will show me the shop? I will recognize my cookies. 
(She gets dressed and follows me).We reach the shop; she looks at the cookies and says it is not her production. “Dozens of people are imitating these cookies. Many of them try to cook the sweets similar to mine, but I do not teach the recipe to anyone. Mostly, people from the districts buy the cookies from me.”

Having seen me again, the trader gets terribly furious and asks me, “Tell me, why are coming here so often?” I explain the situation and she tells me the exact address of the bakery where she gets the cookies from. “When you enter the big gate of the hospital, you will find the warehouse where I have got these cookies from.”

-I am coming from there, now. But I could not find similar cookies there. Please, explain me better where to go. Does not the warehouse have any address or the name? Or maybe you remember someone’s name who works there?”

(part III) http://www.humanrights.ge/eng_/articles.php?id=599

Eka Gulua